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When the universe tells you you’ve made the right decision…

It’s not often that I think that I’m in synch with the universe.  In fact, I often think that it’s diametrically opposed to all that I hold dear.  (Okay, not really often…just sometimes.)  Which is why I feel like I’m in the land of odd right about now. 

Let me start at the beginning.

For those who read this blog, you know that I made the decision to go ahead and quit my jobs, both teaching and as a distance education specialist.  The impetus behind it was the lack of stability and anxiety it caused, as well as the urge to do what I really loved.  If I’m gonna be poor, I might as well be poor and happy instead of poor and stressed, right?

Apparently, I was reading things very very well, because, as of last week, it appears that one of the schools I was working for is now closing.  It is finishing the current cohort through their remaining classes, but it will be done by the end of summer.  Their on campus side is in the same boat, only most of their employees were laid off as of last week (getting severance, at least).  If I had been there, I would also have been laid off, but as a part-timer, I would have just gone silently into the night.

I have to admit being taken aback by the suddenness of the closing, and part of me is reeling from it still now.  We just announced it to our online faculty tonight, and I think they were probably just as surprised as I was when I first heard it.  While the school wasn’t doing an amazing job (enrollment numbers – I think we, as a school, did an amazing job), I thought that they would be able to find a way to keep afloat.  But it wasn’t meant to be.

Now, while I’m sad and upset, it’s still something that I chose to do.  I left on my own terms.  I may be in the end game for the next week, but at this point, it’s also the school’s end game, too, and that just feels weird.

I’m definitely glad that I went ahead and made the decision when I did.  I have to believe that if I was on the shock and awe side of this closing, I would not be feeling the way I do now. 

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Divorces peak in January…

I read that.  Apparently a lot of people hold it together for the holidays, but then, as the new year hits, they realize that it’s time to make a change in their life. 

In my case, it’s not a divorce, though.  Not really.  But in a way, I guess it is.

I’m leaving my career. 

It just hasn’t been working out between us. 

It kept demanding more and more of my time, but it didn’t give me anything in return.

It caused me untold amounts of stress.

It kept me from my friends and loved ones.

And it was really, really keeping me from doing what I wanted to do with my life – writing. 

As a wise man (Sheldon Cooper) once said, you can’t be a chalkboard monitor and pursue something wholeheartedly.  In his case, it was being a theoretical physicist.  In my case, it’s writing.  Not quite the same – although we both do spend a lot of time sitting around and thinking and then trying things out to see if they work – but the statement is still valid.  Every day, I was feeling more like a chalkboard monitor (another blog on that later), and I had less and less time to do what I actually wanted to pursue.

Perhaps the final straw was when I looked through my favorites in my browser.  I have folders with dates, going back to 2009, that have markets in them where I wanted to submit work.  I never got back to those.  They’ve been sitting there, waiting for me, or – more realistically, they moved on.  They kept getting submissions.  They may have even closed or gone out of business.

I won’t lie – it’s absolutely terrifying to take this step.  And it’s going to require sacrifices.  But it will also give me a lot back.  It will give me my life back.  I may still wind up working crazy long hours, but it will be different.  I won’t be a chalkboard monitor anymore. 

Last night, February 9, I completed the last class I had in session.  As of right now, I’m completing some work with my part-time position, and then I’m stepping away from being a chalkboard monitor for a while.  I’m going to see what happens.  By the end of the month, I will be able to devote all my time to writing and trying to get published.  And I’ll probably start eating a lot of ramen…

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Bearing my Soul: The Fourth of July, Fireworks, and Jealousy

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Bearing…by RChall at morgueFile

Yes, that’s right.  Not a misspelling or typo.  “Bearing.”  Why do I say that?

Let me start by saying that I have been working on this blog for over a week now.  Some of my original notes go back over a month.  So I’m trying to pull all those thoughts together, and there may be some weird transitions.  Fair warning.  But I think it’s worth your time to read.

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Not quite 23 years ago…

To be fair, it’s more than a month worth of thoughts.  It actually goes back 23 years ago.  Seriously.  Twenty-three years.  I took a class to learn to play guitar.  And my guitar teacher asked me out.  Our first date was to the 4th of July fireworks in Maplewood.  The days before cell phones.  We tried to meet “at the bank,” but there were multiple banks, and it took us a while to actually meet up.  Obviously, eventually, we did find each other, and we got to go watch the fireworks.

Now we can flip through those 23 years to present day.  On this 4th of July, we decided to take Simon (now 11 years old) to the fireworks.  For those who don’t know him, he’s autistic, and he has a number of sensory issues, so we hadn’t taken him before.  But this year we decided to try.  He was on a new medication (that he isn’t on now – more on that later!), and we thought it might help him enjoy the fireworks.

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Fireworks at ACC, 2013

And you know what?  He loved the fireworks.  Seriously loved them.  Knelt down on the blanket with us, rocked back and forth, and kept saying, “Fireworks!” and repeating the warning we’d given him, “Loud!” but he didn’t seem to mind the loud at all.

So where does the jealousy come in?

We didn’t go to this year’s fireworks alone.  We went with our neighbors.  They have two kids younger than Simon.  Both had already seen fireworks.  Both, when the ice cream vendor came along – wanted and ate ice cream.  (We bought some, and he tasted it and refused it…although that may have been because it was some nasty ice cream…)  (But I digress…)  The point is that Simon was having his first fireworks and unable to communicate what he really thought, other than the words we’d given him, and it was years after the average age.  Which leads to so much more…

We had to take him off the medication he’d ben on that day because we realized that, while it helped him focus, since it was a stimulant, he was beyond cranky and irritable.  Before the med, he wanted hugs and kisses and attention.  On the med, he made a lot more frustrated grunts and did a lot more frustrated behaviors (self-injurous), and wanted nothing to do with human contact.  Focus is great, but misery is not a good side effect.

And now’s when things get – I think – even more confusing.  And overwhelming.

I don’t want my child to be a guinea pig.  I don’t want him to be over-medicated.  I don’t want to just pile on medications, each one having side effects that other drugs are supposed to cover.  And it goes beyond the medication and its controls.  It goes to the question of artificial constructs in his life.

In June, he had a birthday party.  He wanted a party.  He likes parties.  He may not eat the cake, but he likes to blow out of the candles.  He may not play with the toys, but he wants to open the presents.  But did he care about the other people there?  We invited his “friends,” but are they really his friends?  Does he consider them friends?  Does he have a definition of friends?  He didn’t seem to care at the party, but do we know what he cares about?  We construct these things for him to try to give him a level of normality, but is that a good thing?  A necessary thing? 

And, again, jealousy comes up.  Other kids, by the time they’re 11, have friends.  They play with toys.  They eat cake.  They answer questions.  Their parents don’t wonder how fair their children can come (or go) or how hard to push to try to achieve things.  Where do we draw lines?  Where do we say, “Screw it all! Let’s just aim at being happy!”  When do we stop questioning the choices we make and the life decisions we have to make for someone else – someone who has feeling we may not understand?  Wants and desires we can’t conceive of?  A lack of patience we can’t expect to go away?  No method of communication for these things?

Now – another shift.

Back to medication.  We decided that the medications he currently takes are too many and too unclear.  He had gotten up to four different meds.  One for aggression (that’s actually a drug for schizophrenia).  One for anxiety.  One for focus and to help calm him a bit.  One for ADHD.  And then we stopped the ADHD drug since it was a stimulant, and its original purpose was to help him focus so that he could finally be fully potty trained.  And it sure wasn’t going to help with that. 

So when we stopped drug number four, which was not the first time we’d tried a stimulant, we decided to rethink the medication.  What about dropping them and starting over?  Why give him all these meds, no completely sure how they were truly functioning or whether they were truly necessary anymore?  We went to his psychiatrist, and she went for it.

We started peeling back on the drugs.  We started with the first one – the aggression/schizophrenia drug – dropping it from .75 to .50, with the intention of going to .25 and then off.  We moved it to .50.  And then we got texts/messages from his school (he’s in their “Extended School Year” program for the summer).  He’d had a major meltdown and needed to be restrained.  Immediately, those questions popped up.  Was it the reduction in meds?  The fact that another child was screaming and his sensory defensiveness kicked in?  The fact that he’d been in a bad mood because he’d had his television interrupted to go to school?  His upset stomach?  Was he overly tired?  Overly excited?  Anxious or stressed because he’d just started back up at ESY after a week off?  Something we couldn’t even guess at?

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Messages in stone by Darren Hester at morgueFile

The head of special programs at his school had the right attitude, though, when my husband texted back a “Sorry” in response to the incident.  She texted that “You should never apologize for your child.  He’s trying to communicate something, and it’s our job to figure out what that is.”  (By that time, he had completely calmed down and taken part in a “pretend cooking” class.)

But even then…how do we know or judge anything?  What was that message he was trying to communicate, and will we ever get it?