
It’s finally here. My little one set out on his academic journey this morning at 7:55 AM. For the past six years, he’s been my constant companion, my best friend and the biggest thorn in my side. I’m terrified and a bit lost.
In the beginning I mourned the isolation that being a SAHD can bring and the loss of personal identity that comes along with being a fulltime caregiver. These feelings were compounded by Covid lockdowns and an Autism diagnosis that resulted in daily ABA sessions for my son and a rigorous back and forth running around town schedule. My soul went numb for a while.
Eventually, though, I got my shit together. No more doom scrolling on the can. No more feeling sorry for myself. Focusing on self-development I returned to school to pursue a degree that would feed my soul. I started working consulting contracts that fit my schedule and earned a couple of certifications. All of it in addition to my daily house workload AND, most importantly, without sacrificing my son’s various needs. Go Me!!!
(This blog was a result of that surge of energy and keeping it current fell to the side, not because of a lack of focus or interest, but because the world had grown twisted and hateful. I wanted to write about that stuff instead of SAHD stuff).
So here I am, sitting in a café, waiting to pick him up in about an hour, trying to pick up where I left off months ago.
This is definitely the beginning of a new chapter and I’m sure there will be lots to write about.
See you soon!
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