5 things to do/not do after you receive a special needs diagnosis I’ll never forget the moment I was told my baby had Down syndrome. I was sitting next to her incubator in the hospital, holding on to her heel. I remember being pleased because her eyes were open. She stared intently into mine. The doctor spoke and the words ‘Down syndrome’ crashed over me. Suddenly I was alone without a buoy, paddling like
On depression, hiding, and the need for raised hands… (Please note: Once again, forgive my writing sluggishness. I’m sure there will be mistakes in the prose. My mind is a bit wonky after this recent depressive episode…) “How did your talks on depression go?” my mom asks over the phone as the sound of pots and pans clink in the background of our phone call. “I mean, was it hard? I found that when I’d
The theme I’m embracing this year for WORLD DOWN SYNDROME DAY is simple. Every story counts. I admit, the idea came to me rather selfishly at first. And it’s just me. There’ no bandwagon. I don’t have an organization behind me. I haven’t teamed up with a bunch of different bloggers. So my theme probably won’t go out into the world that far. That’s okay. The message rings true still, to me. One of the
On being as dumb as Peter (Note: The ‘he’ in these passages is Jesus) 22 Immediately he made the disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds. 23 And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, 24 but the boat by this