Musings From An Upset Mind

Now… lately there seems to be a string of childish behavior. An epidemic really, and I’d like to address it.

I can’t voice any one else’s opinion on this subject, as I don’t know it, but I can voice mine and so far all I can come up with is – Some people need to grow the *insert any word of choice here* up!!!!

We are adults, childish behavior needs to be left behind with the childhood, or in some cases “teen”, years and if you still feel the need to act like an adolescent then feel free to put on a diaper and grab a bottle. Childish behavior helps no-one and gains you absolutely no sympathizers, although in some cases as people tend to lie quiet well they do have some.
How I wish the truth could be voiced to them but what good would it do? We must wait on Karma, as people will always “reap what they sow”in the end.

Now, this type of behavior does, howsoever, in most cases gain you the title of “Self-Centered B****”, be you male or female. It gains you the ability to look like someone who hasn’t learned that the world doesn’t revolve around you, and is able to isolate you into a place that no-one wants to be.

I’m tired of the “Poor, Poor Pity Me” trip and people who tell lies to gain whatever gram of sympathy they can from people who truly just want to love you for you and be there as family, friends, to just be together.

I guess that’s all I have to say on this now other than, No-one is a pawn to be used by another. We are all individuals who create our own happiness and are entitled to that happiness as well as keeping that freewill that allows us to keep those who wish to bring us down out of our lives.

The flip-side of this is that when those who have wronged us may or may not be able to enter our lives without a door being there for them to use.
 So when/if we tell those who continually bring us headaches to take a hike because we don’t need, nor desire the stress they induce upon our lives, we should also allow them the door to enter our lives again. We can accept the apology, or just accept that they have changed, until evidence contrary to this presents it’s self. And hopefully those who are family will realize we love them and want them as a member of our lives, but we hold the right to be individuals without requiring their permission to be who we are. We also hold the right to kick them out again should they begin the same BS again. Unlike a child… an “Adult” doesn’t require more than one chance, and is old enough to know that a true apology means they WON’T repeat the behavior and will do all that is necessary to prevent a repeat performance. 


These are my thoughts and now that it is off my chest I feel slightly better. I hope this little rant of mine can help another but if not, It does help me.

Warmest Wishes and Wonderful Thoughts to you,

Ya-Ya

P.S. Do not let the “Emotional Vampires” of the world “suck the life” out of your day. Be strong, and continue being positive.

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Give a Pat on the Back to Parents of Kids who are Autistic!

This blog has touched my heart. I’ve had to learn quickly, and by experiment, just what works with my son. It is hard because I can’t teach him the same as I did with my eldest. My youngest is his own person and there is just some things that he can’t do, or wont do, yet.
I love him with the same intensity as I do my eldest son and I know that at times it makes my eldest jealous because he sees it as, “My brother is acting bad and getting attention, why can’t I”. Kinda like I did when I was a child and my own brother, whom has a learning disability, got so much of my mother’s attention.
While it is hard for the parents of the child, it is just as hard for the siblings. They don’t fully comprehend as young children why their sibling gets so much attention when they are “acting badly”. Sometimes we do forget, It’s not just the parents that need a pat, but the siblings need hugs as well for being there with just as much love and acceptance, and occasionally helping care for, the special children that enter our lives and family to bless us.
Don’t get me wrong, every child is a blessing. Every child blesses us immeasurably. But not every parent is tested in the same way because each child is different, regardless of needs.

This blog reminded me of having to find a way to keep my child within the house, so he didn’t run down the street, or highway because one runs near the house. It mentions the problems with getting their son to eat certain foods, mine could easily live on ensure as well… and wont touch meat, only eats certain things (mainly dairy till we found out he had a dairy allergy and that started a new battle of finding something he could eat that mimicked his dairy fav’s). I’m lucky he eats some other stuff so that he’s growing OK and not unhealthy.
It reminds me of how he refuses to wear certain clothes.. He wont wear short-sleeved shirts, even in the dead of summer ( and we live in a desert with triple digits ). He sleeps maybe 4 hours a night, 5 if I’m lucky. He’s an ever-ready battery, going, going. going constantly. He has no fear, which causes me massive amounts of fear at times.
He is a handful, and I love him with all I am. He is my son and even with all of the things I have had to change to keep him safe, I wouldn’t change him.

Raising 5 Kids With Disabilities and Remaining Sane Blog

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Parents of children with autism will never tell you that raising their child is easy…it’s not! I joke around, look for the silver lining, take things in stride, and present a smiley face to the world. However, raising my son, Steven, has been, and continues to be, an extremely difficult parenting challenge.

Memories of how hard it has been flooded back to me when my hubby and I went away for a romantic weekend at our little cabin in the woods of New Hampshire. With the sub zero weather whirling around outside, we were sitting on the couch sipping hot chocolate with lots of tiny, melting marshmallows. (Okay, maybe HE had some Kailua in his, but mine really DID just have marshmallows!) As the heat rose up from the small grate on the floor, I was transported back to the time when we first purchased the cabin. Because Steven had…

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