Re: Feeling....whelmed.... Thank You, Thank You and THANK YOU

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WOW, all I can say is WOW. You guys are amazing. I'm in Houston, well a little

north in The Woodlands area. I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get back to

y'all. I've been taking care of a sick husband. Then we had a birthday party for

" The Lord of Chaos " he spent 7 hours in the bounce house and only climbed out to

tag in another adult. By the end of the day Gwamma aka Grandma, Peepaw aka

Grandpa, Dadeee Daddy, Mommy aka ME, Andeeewww aka Big brother , and all

other unsuspecting adults were sucked in by the gravitational pull of big blue

eyes, innocent smiles and a little hand tugging saying " come pway in da jumpie "

the next thing you know you're bouncing with the toddlers.... And it was all

just in time to catch what ever my poor husband had. Life is grand.

I've been reading all your posts and personal notes you have sent me and my

husband and I have both been so deeply touched by your kindness. I know there

are so many emotions to feel and I guess I'm just selfish to feel so relieved

we're not alone. A thousand thank yous to you all for your encouragements.

Are there still support meetings in the Houston area?

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> I'm so overwhelmed that I'm exhausted, I'm more of a lurker on here and I

usually get started reading, cry and give up. Then start again.... I'm so

whelmed, overwhelmed by the information and fear coming at me, my son is

overwhelmed by the world around him so much so that it sometimes sends him into

fits, overwhelmed by the crappy advice given to me by well meaning friends and

family that have no bloody idea what this is like to live with, my husband is

overwhelmed by us.... I'm so exhausted I no longer have the energy to to be

overwhelmed, I'm just plain whelmed now....

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> So the battle begins. My son, my precious baby boy was brought to my home when

he was five days old weighing in at an amazing five pounds five ounces and 18

inches long. The social worker placed him in my arms and I fell in love. I

didn't become a mother in a hospital room, I became a mother in a courtroom. My

son was heavily drug exposed, " they " told us he would just be a little

hyperactive, maybe ADD; " they " were so wrong.

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> My little man his exhibiting signs of Autism, my god I'm crying just writing

it. He's 3 and in PPCD right now. The school district is telling us that it's

sensory processing disorder and that it can't be Autism because he's drug

exposed. But, our OT and ECI worker don't think so. He's got too many signs and

red flags. The head banging, the tantrums, the screaming, the OCD behaviors and

that's the tip of the iceberg . He has the coping skills of a rabid cat. He's

naughty as hell but my lord I love him. So here is my first step... I'm crying

again, I do that a lot lately. I tried posting on here once forever ago but I

just wasn't ready to accept any of this, I couldn't believe that this was my

reality. I've quickly learned that it doesn't matter if I'm ready or not my

reality is coming at me like a freight train and I need help before the freight

train runs me over.

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