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What if everyone wore shiny tight dance pants?

dance pants

I remember taking ballet when I was a kid.  It took one class to know that I was not built to be a ballerina.  I remember how excited I was when I got to take tap dance classes during sports camp and how devastated I was when my mom got me some patent leather tap shoes from the good will that had obviously previously belonged to a dowdy lady in the previous decade (the early 70′s) and they also didn’t fit my feet.

That just reminded me of the pair of 1960′s red sparkly stiletto heels I once owned and wore out to a party in San Francisco when I was 17 years old.  I also wore this length of black chiffon rose covered fabric as a skirt.  I managed to come home without the shoes or the “skirt”.  To this day I have no idea how that could have happened.  If you think that left me in my underwear then you don’t know me at all.  I never wear skirts with just underwear underneath.  There would have been tights and a slip too – probably a vintage slip from the 40′s.  It takes a lot to expose this girl’s girly bits.  I must have been shoeless, however, and I think it’s funny that 26 years later I still regret having lost both those things.  The shoes were as superbly uncomfortable as they were superbly stylish and that rose fabric was going to become something gorgeous.

When I saw the dance shop’s display of shiny tight dance pants I had a sudden image of every single person in the world wearing them at the same time.  Wouldn’t that be the most surreal and awesome thing ever?!  Men and all!  EVERYONE in tight shiny dance pants!  Everything else would be forgotten for a few minutes while we all stared at each other in horror and yet also humor, because – SHINY TIGHT DANCE PANTS ON EVERYONE!

All the world’s a stage, they say.  We should endeavor to make it a great show.

Purging the Ugly and Going on a News Fast

wig window san rafael

As of today I’m going on a news fast.  I will still watch The Daily Show because that’s “fake” news and puts things in a perspective that doesn’t make me want to punch things.  The last post I wrote is what I want to believe in and hope for and reach for.  I can’t do that while watching the news which only proves to me that human beings, as a whole, are scumbags.

Here are some things on my mind that I need to get out in order to make room for much better and lighter things:

  • I’m so worried about the backlash the Boston bombing is going to create for Muslim Americans.  There is already such widespread racism against Middle Eastern-looking people and such anti-Muslim sentiment in the United States and every single time there is a whiff of terrorism connected to Islam – it feeds the hate machine.  I’m not pro-Muslim any more than I am pro-Christian.  As an atheist I am not pro any religion.  But racial and religious intolerance is unacceptable to me.  And I’m really worried about Muslim Americans and especially those who are or look like they are Arab.  So – I’m thinking of them today and hoping that things do not get worse than they are for them after this week’s events.
  • Greg Ball is an inhuman asshole.  He tweeted (regarding Dzhokhar Tsarnaev) “So, scumbag #2 in custody.  Who wouldn’t use torture on this punk to save lives?”  First of all – how does he imagine that using torture on this suspect is going to “save lives”?  Torture is not known to produce useful or accurate intelligence.  Basically Ball just wants Tsarnaev to be tortured so that he can feel the worst kind of pain and suffering a human can endure without dying.  Think about that impulse for a minute.  Think about what kind of moral center you have to have to endorse the torture of ANY human beings.  Really let that blossom in your gut and your heart.

 

  • If you share Ball’s feelings about torture and think it’s an appropriate treatment for human beings under any circumstance then you are no better a human being than the people you hate the most.  If you think torture is okay under any circumstance then your moral center is broken.
  • I’m glad that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was captured alive.  I hope he makes it out of critical condition in the hospital so that maybe we can all have some answers as to why he took part in such an awful crime.  I also feel compassion for him and I’m worried about him.  I want him to be prosecuted for his part in the bombings – people must take responsibility for their actions – but I’m concerned that his rights as a suspect and as a criminal will not be upheld and it is absolutely not okay to suspend someone’s rights just because you hate what they did.  He should be prosecuted to the letter of the law, completely by the books.  But already it seems that may not be happening.  I have read that they have decided not to read him his Miranda rights by invoking a public safety exception.  Which is total bullshit.
  • I’m worried that the corporation that owns the factory that exploded in West (Texas) will not be forced to pay for what appears to be criminal negligence.  It seems the factory hadn’t been inspected in over 5 years and there was reason to inspect it as the equipment was old and there had been complaints of smells coming from the factory that weren’t fully investigated.  If the government is willing to give corporations “person-hood” then corporations should be responsible for their actions in exactly the same way as individual people are.
  • The inability of the Senate to pass a fairly milky bill that would expand the requirement for background checks for purchasing guns is pathetic.  I loved the President’s strong speech about how shameful it was that we couldn’t pass such a small compromise.

Okay.  Now I’m going to refuse the news.  I can gain nothing good from it.  I am going to clean my office today and maybe my house.  Then I’m going to finish sewing the clothes that are on my desk unfinished.  Then I’m going to cut some more out.  I aim to get these things done so I can move on to new projects.  I also need to clear my space of enough projects that I can focus on making healthier food and getting more exercise.  Knowing what’s going on in the world at large makes me feel heavy of heart and hurts my head and makes me feel like I’m moving in sludge.  My news fast will help lighten me up and in spite of the coming heatwave (mid 80′s for several days!) I want to move my body more.  I must not be bogged down by the evil in the world but actively seek the good and it aint gonna be found in the news.

What are you doing to lighten your heart up?  What are you doing to combat the ugliness in the world?

Unlock the Doors! The Light is for All of Us!

sf tunnel

This has been a dark week.  A dark year, so far.  But this week particularly is so full of death, fear, bigotry, retreats from progress, and shameful politics.  It has been difficult to see the light, to remember that there is love left in the human heart.  It is difficult to see how we’ll make our way through the quagmire of hate and crime and smallness of mind.

And then I am reminded that these are just shadows and dark valleys in a long journey towards the light.  For me the light is not deity created but my beliefs do not denigrate yours if the light, for you, is about God.  I don’t really give a shit what you call it or who you think is behind the goodness in this world – I just want to celebrate it and reach for it and remember it while I’m wading through the swamps of self doubt and human frailty and I want to do it with all of you.

This is about love.  This is about how love helps us find light in each other and see it reflected in ourselves.  I am a grumpy old bag, I’m unsentimental, and though I’m not cynical – this isn’t my first day either.  Still, I can never shake my belief in equal rights for all people.  ALL PEOPLE.  I can never shake my ardent belief that love is more powerful than hate, money, tradition, dogma, bigotry, and the worst day you’ve ever had.  I believe in integrity of spirit, action, and heart.  So tonight I am thinking about all of you with your heartaches and troubles whether they are in the past or present and I am sending love and light to you in spirit, what little I have of it, because when we share it with each other it becomes bigger than when we hoard it to ourselves.

Here is Macklemore and Lewis singing about equal rights for same sex marriage:

Same Love

And this.  New Zealand Law Makers break into a Maori love song when same sex marriage is approved:

Definition of Marriage Amendment Bill in New Zealand

I need to remember that this happened.  I need to remember it always because it makes me love people again.  I realize that so much is wrong in this world and will continue to be long after I’ve died.  I know that there is no panacea and that these two videos don’t solve the world’s problems, but if we aren’t able to appreciate inches of progress when it’s in front of us, how can we appreciate when miles of progress have been logged?  We need to keep pushing for civil rights for everyone, we need to keep pushing for change, for better laws, for more inclusive policies, for better education, for better stewardship of the earth, but mostly we need to keep pushing for more light into the dark.

My favorite part of the New Zealand court room video is when the voice says “Unlock the doors.  Unlock the doors!”  Unlock the doors for everyone.

Unlock the motherfucking doors!

The light is for all of us.

Roadside Flower Spotting

old man crossing

It started as an unconscious activity and has become a conscious game I play whenever I’m in a car.  I try to name all the flowers and plants I recognize on the roadsides.  I’m not scientific – common names are all I’m looking for.  It’s a way to acknowledge all the truly scrappy plants that survive in rigorous conditions: drought, exhaust fumes, road dust, hot direct sun with reflected pavement, punishing rains, and one long fight for resources with the other plants trying to scrabble a living on the roadside too.

roadside forsythia

Centranthus ruber.  Red valerian.  Jupiter’s Beard.  I consistently try to call this flower verbena.  It’s driving me nuts.  So perhaps if I repeat it’s different names enough times right now I will remember it next time.  Valerian.  Red Valerian.  See it on the roadside?  I love having this in my garden.  I also see forsythia and fennel here.

flower gazing

All of these pictures were taken between Sausalito and San Francisco this past weekend.  The most stunning of all the flowers I spotted were these larger than human sized lupines.

yellow roadside flowers

I would very much like to know what that darker yellow flower is near the top of the picture.  My guess is either some kind of toadflax or mimulus.  Anyone have a different guess?  I wish I could go back to this exact spot, stop the car, and go take a close up picture.

marin headlands

Here is a complete list of all the flowers (and herbs) I spotted on this trip to San Francisco: fennel, picnicking hobos, giant lupines, bottlebrush, California poppies, forsythia, wallflowers, cala lillies, ice plants, trash, red valerian, small pale yellow lupines, small purple lupines, Queen Anne’s lace, and vetch.

Gather Such Crumbs As You May

burnt toaster crumbs bw

All the data on my laptop was mysteriously wiped clean and the computer tech guys have no clue what happened and couldn’t retrieve a scrap of data but my hardware is all in good shape and there are no viruses on my computer.  I have concluded that my laptop had a midlife crisis and went on a wild deleting spree.  Since I downloaded all my files onto my LaCie a month ago I haven’t permanently lost more than a month’s worth of data and pictures.  Which is a bummer since that includes all my notes on The Phlebotomists.  But considering how bad it could have been – I really have no right to complain and I am thanking myself for feeling guilty that I hadn’t backed anything up for months and so did it.

I think I’ve used this picture of crumbs before but I had limited access to my photos so this is what I found and it felt appropriate for my general mood which has been very dark.

I still have much to be worried about as big things remain unresolved and probably will for some time but I can’t live in a state of constant crisis-level stress so I’ve been trying to live more in the moment and appreciate the small things that are good in my life.

Max has been eating quite a bit better right now and this requires a lot of baking and efforts on my part.  He wanted gingerbread the other day and as my recipe doesn’t have dessert-level sugar in it and has a lot of blackstrap molasses – I am happy to have him eat lots of it.  I needed some Dutch processed cocoa and a lot of places don’t carry it but Pacific Market carries Drost and that’s the kind I like so I went to buy a box.  Pacific Market is a small fancy market where a lot of really rich people shop.  The rest of the clientele are non-rich locals buying just a few items here or there because it’s a wonderful market and convenient and locally owned.  Anyway – I used to shop there a lot more when we were doing pretty well when Max was still a baby.  It is within easy bicycling distance so when I needed something I would put Max on the bicycle and we’d pedal over to Pacific where everyone would gaze with amazement at Max’s platinum hair.  Often we’d get a treat at Village Bakery next door before pedaling ourselves home.

Monday was a really sunny warm day and I rode to the market on my scooter as I was in a hurry to get back to the kitchen.  I found the Drost cocoa and some milk (both priced quite dear) and back out into the sunshine I was hit with familiar smells and a barrage of happy memories.  The air was redolent of sweet blossoms, freshly baked bread, sunshine on pavement and a little wisp of eucalyptus – the smell of Santa Rosa and home.  In that moment my mood lifted and I remembered that a lot can (and will) go wrong with my life but being here is right.  We have laid down so many good times among the rough.  I have walked and ridden every inch of my neighborhood and some of the surrounding ones with my baby in tow living a pretty simple life back then in which I stayed home and gardened and cooked and wrote during Max’s naps.  My house then was (is) the best and prettiest house in the world and I loved every minute living in it even when we still had the fire engine red porcelain kitchen sink.

Even though we ended up having to sell our house and even though we moved away and had a somewhat wild and prickly adventure in Oregon, all the good memories are still here.  All around me.  Every day.  That’s what counts the most – all the good memories we generated between the tough times.

That’s what I’m telling myself right now as I try to force a panic attack back down my throat.

Clawing Through the Rubble Heap

cauldron of steam

My laptop is in the hospital.  I’m using Max’s for now.  Yesterday I turned on my computer and it announced that the computer had been shut down improperly and when it uploaded windows all my data and programs were wiped and the settings were returned to something I’ve never had.  It was super spooky.  Please don’t let this be the end of my laptop.  I can’t handle anything else right now.

Yesterday my right foot got really jealous of my left foot and the skin at the base of one of my toes cracked again.  The one that cracked the worst last time.  Apparently my skin can simply crack open at will.  Meanwhile – all this limping around is hard on my calf muscles and my back.

I have renamed myself Gimpy-Sue.

This past couple of weeks has been awful with this past week taking the goddamn cake.  We did get our car fixed for $620 or so dollars.  We opted not to fix something that wasn’t dire yet so it’s limping along just like I am.  I can’t comment on the house sitch.  My mom is really lonely without Nadia.  I have ordered orthopedic inserts for my one pair of shoes and they should get here in the next few days so hopefully my left foot will be in less pain soon.  Max has a very expensive pair of athletic shoes that have adjusted his foot “pronation” to make running and walking in gym more comfortable and he says it’s helping.  He also reports that his new gym teacher is not as much like a “drill sergeant” as his other one was.  So that’s good.  I still haven’t heard from the counselor about the email I sent on Wednesday concerning my plan for homework.  So that’s a nice tense bit of fun coming my way this week.  And today we face our tax situation.  We obviously can’t afford to get them done this year.  Nothing but fun ahead around here.

I’m going to bind my feet with athletic tape.  Or I might just cut them off.

All my garden plans are on hold.

I’m definitely not catching any breaks lately.

I am thinking I might address my kitchen this weekend once I  clean up space for Philip to do the taxes and set him up with all the paperwork he needs (that I can find).  I have completely lost my cooking mojo and I am certain it’s because of a need to clean out and organize my  cupboards  better so I can SEE what the hell is in there.  I have a rack thingy to hang for spices so I think I’ll do that.  I certainly can’t write or work without my laptop and I need to do something to symbolically clean out my head by cleaning out something in my environment.  Since tough times are ahead I need to be eating better and not lose sight of that and to do that I need to have a more efficient and well organized kitchen.

I also need to stay in touch with my future dreams.  Do you all know that I don’t have any plans to become rich?  What I want is enough security to be able to take care of my mom and us.  I want a house that no one can take away.  I want an income that’s big enough to allow us to live modestly much like we are now but enough to buy shoes when we need them and take a vacation (it’s been 4 years since our last family vacation) and I want healthcare that’s good enough that when bad shit happens to us physically it can’t destroy our savings or bankrupt us.  I don’t want a bigger house.  I don’t want much more than we have now.  I want enough money to be able to buy another used (but good condition) car in the near future.  I want to write books that sell consistently.  I want to earn around $40,000 a year as an author.  I want Philip to get raises every year he works and not lose this job because he’s really happy with his work.

That’s what I want.  My dreams are modest.  Except for the part about making my living selling my novels which is always an impossible dream until it isn’t.  You know what I mean?  May as well shoot for the goddamn moon.  I have to find a way to keep that aim of mine steady and clear in spite of the heaps of rubble falling all around us all the time.  That’s life.  That’s what happens.  You have to decide not to be buried.  You have to decide you will keep  clawing your way out of it even if it makes your hands bleed.  So I have to decide this and keep deciding this every single day.

I have to decide that I will not be bullied by life.

Or the people in it.

Or my feet.

As I was writing this a brand new bucket of rubble fell on our heap.  At some point it just gets ridiculous to mention each new bit of bullshit being heaped on us.  So.  Until further notice, just assume that each day brings with it a new pile and know that I will continue to complain just as much as I continue to claw my way upwards and work hard to NOT LOSE.

I only give up once or twice a day.

So what’s being piled on you these days?  Please feel free to complain loudly here – just shout it out in the comments. I’m listening…

Real Estate of the Dead – Recently Vacated Tomb

white peach buds

Look at these beautiful peach blossoms.  Interesting that the blossoms are so bright but the actual peaches themselves are white.  What a bright and happy spring sight.

They do not reflect my current mood.

My aunt has told us she wants to sell the house.  I am not at liberty to share any information about this situation until it is resolved but you who know us and our situation well know what this means for us.

This news came the day after Nadia’s death.

Our car is still dead.  It might be fixed tomorrow.  To the tune of $400 smack-a-roos.  It’s a piece of shit car but we can’t afford to buy a non-piece of shit car so we just have to drag it along a little further with its cracked front window, the side window that is held up by packing tape reapplied every couple of months (classy!!),  the door that won’t unlock, the back door that won’t stay up, the brake light that comes on intermittently for no apparent brake-related reason, and whatever else is broken that we simply haven’t discovered yet.

I do thank it for getting us back to California.  That was a big job for a lemon to perform.

With the house situation up in the air all garden projects must be put on hold.

If I was a person of religious faith I would have lost it completely by now.  So it’s good that I never had any to begin with.

Easter was like a piece of sandpaper rubbing against my eyeballs yesterday.  All that HYPER CHEERFULNESS coming out of everyone on facebook and online and the cashier at Safeway to whom I was surly, informing her that I do not celebrate it.  Everyone flaunting their candy and egg hunts and the Jesus messages blaring and the weird-ass worship of dead men rising from tombs after being brutally killed and all these people SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.

HAPPY EASTER!!!!

Easter hysteria deluged me until my head hurt with all that boisterous Jesus-and-secular-crapfestival of plush and plastic and irritating CHEER.  I’m so happy it’s over.  Fuck Easter.

On the other hand, some tomb real estate opened up yesterday and all I wanted all day was to crawl into the quiet living room of the dead.

I am becoming increasingly irritated by people referring to the United States as a “Christian” country.  I am sick to death of hearing people suggest that being American and being Christian are the same thing or that being patriotic is something only Christians can be.  The United States of America is a country to which I belong without regard to my religious faith or lack of it.  One of the only things that makes the US special in any way is its supposed “freedom of religion” which means that no single religion or cult can claim to be more “American” than another.  It is not more patriotic to be Christian than it is to be Jewish or Muslim or even Mormon.  No one religion defines this country, even if Christianity remains the majority religion in the states.  Being patriotic is to love and support your country (NOT “under god”) and your fellow countrymen and your collective culture.  Being religious is to believe in a deity to which you attribute fortune and misfortune, and follow rules and ethics for living your life according to how they are laid out by your religious leaders.  This has nothing at all to do with patriotism.  You may be religious AND patriotic but you can also be religious but not patriotic as well as not religious and patriotic or not religious and not patriotic.

It’s not that hard.

When Christians call this country we share a “Christian” country they are expressing wishful thinking, not reality.  And if Jesus was really in charge he would, I’m convinced, point out that it isn’t necessary for your faith to put its designer labels on the country you have to share with others.

I can’t help but notice that a lot of Christians do not behave in the way Jesus suggested everyone behave.  I don’t think Jesus will love you more for saying his name in praise twice as often as your neighbor.  I think what Jesus cares about is how you behave.  I think he cares about your actions not your words.

In other words: show him, don’t tell him.

And if you really want to interest non-Christians in your faith, or at any rate, to respect you?  Same philosophy.  Show us how Jesus has made you be kind and respectful of whores and beggars.  Show us how you turn the other cheek rather than to violence to get your way or make your point.  SHOW us how your faith constantly inspires you to be thoughtful and spiritual and tough and willing to feel and take pain for others and FROM others.  Show us how you help people in need who aren’t YOU.  So far from being a “boot-strapper” Jesus was all about helping others to heal, to be fed, and to take stonings for other people or at least protect others from violence.  He was all about others.  So stop yapping so hard about “HAIL JESUS” and “I LOVE JESUS SO MUCH BECAUSE EVEN IF I’M AN ASSHOLE HE’LL FORGIVE ME!” and “EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR THE GLORY OFJESUS!”

Ugh.  Really?  You don’t have sex just a little bit for your own pleasure?  I’m sure that when Jesus had sex he didn’t think of you when he was doing it and I’m guessing that unless he was a bit of a pervert he doesn’t want you thinking of him while you do it either.

How about you demonstrate your awesome ability to FORGIVE.  Cause as a group Christians are falling real short on this one in the world.

I, for one, could use some inspiration in the forgiveness department.  Show me how you find the strength of character to forgive people for hurting you or yours even when they don’t care at all how they treat you.  Show me, because right now I have some bitterness I know I need to replace with forgiveness.

I believe in forgiveness because I think it’s the only way to evolve, keep peace, shed negativity, and have room for light inside.  I appreciate that there was supposedly a dude way back when who spread this message but I learned about forgiveness through human example.  I need to see some more examples of humans forgiving each other right now.

And please don’t tell me that  you only forgive because Jesus expects you to.  Reassure me that you do it not because you want to impress Jesus but because you heard his words and recognized the good sense in them and so you followed them like a thinking human being.

I know Christians who are thinking human beings, who follow their faith not for pats on the head but because they hear something honest and true in the rules of behavior and rules for living that their faith espouses.  And these Christians I know are people who I respect even though I do not share their faith.  I want to see more Christians like them.

If you only forgive to get praise then you’re not forgiving from your heart.

I mean, Jesus didn’t forgive all of you to impress his “father”, did he?  He did it out of love, right?  I guess.  Cause if he only did it to impress his father then I don’t think his heart was in the right place.

I don’t ever wake up with a religious rant on my schedule.  This one was brought to you by extreme Easter irritation exacerbated by my own foul mood.  Next year I will take a little vacation from all human beings on Easter to spare myself to awful clamor.

 

The Starry Starry Night: Goodbye Nadia!

Nadia full of love

This is LOVE.  Nadia died today (RIP 3/29/2013)  The best companion, the most loving girl, weirdly unmotivated by food but completely motivated by a desire for strokes and attention.  She lived to please.  She lived to serve.  She was a licensed therapy dog and such a forgiving family member.  She was absolute LOVE.  

We could not have asked for a more peaceful ending for Nadia.  As the vet said, she already had three feet in the grave.  We knew she was done.  My mom gave Nadia little bits of cookies and we Kissed her head and told her how valued and loved she was at that moment, at all the moments.  She just looked so tired, like she was expecting this and was tapping on her watch, asking when the scheduled oblivion was going to relieve her.  Cancer is exhausting.  My mums did everything she could for her faithful companion.

No matter how expected death is, no matter how much those we love are ready for it, it’s still such a sickening goodbye.

Goodbye Nadia!  We hope you enjoy all the stars and that they are swarming with slow squirrels.

All the Disorders and the Moon Too

ghost of a boy

This was the week of doctor visits for Max.  On Tuesday night we took him to his physician.  The same one that did my horrible exam this past fall.  We went to discuss his stomach aches, his leg pains, and his occasional dizziness.  Here is what the doctor thinks:

1) He has some kind of stomach problem and she thinks it’s H. Pylori.  His blood is being tested for it.

2) Leg pains are being caused by the early development of plantar fasciitis due to the wearing of CRAPPY-ASS SHOES.

3.) He has the “angriest” interior nose landscape she’s seen in a long time and a cobbled throat due to severe allergies which she says would account for occasional dizziness and sore throats and headaches.  Also: nosebleeds.

All of his complaints, you see, seem to have physiological explanations and are NOT psychosomatic.  We knew he had seasonal allergies but didn’t realize they were so bad.  He’s taken allergy pills before and it didn’t seem to help him much.  I need to find out if he needs to get tested for specific allergies in order to address this.  But if his allergies are so severe – how the hell did he manage to be examined by an ear-nose-throat specialist for nose cauterization and not have this problem brought up?

I suspected bad shoes might be the issue behind his leg pains because he used to complain a lot more about foot pains when exercising (also considered by most and sometimes even me to be due to his dislike of certain activities) until I could no longer find the Vans-style slip on shoes in his size which were the ONLY shoes he’d wear.  When he was forced to wear tie-up shoes that had more cushioning he complained a lot less of foot pain.  These tie up shoes are crap, of course, but you can’t just force a kid like Max to switch what he wears – it takes care and prepping.  I was working on finding support inserts for his shoes but he just rejected the first pair last week.  Doc says he has to wear better shoes.  So we will buy him better shoes with our next paycheck.

To the P.E. teacher who accused him of lying about his pain: FUCK YOU.  Sometimes kids can both hate you and your class but not be lying about the pain they feel when you make them walk fast or run.

The stomach pains do so often show up at times when he’s stressed out so that I’m only hating myself a little bit (a lot) for not looking deeper into them a long long time ago.  He may not have the H. Pylori bug but the doctor is certain that his complaint is not psychosomatic due to the tenderness he feels in his upper abdomen.  So yeah, I am actually kicking the shit out of myself for not making a doctor look into this 3 years ago.  All this suffering?  Jesus!

The only thing that pissed me off about this new physician that we all share now is that she did give the obligatory shaming speech about Max’s diet.  “If you only have good food in the house he will eat good food.” I started to explain that, actually, my kid will starve himself to death – but Max piped up and did it for me.  I gave up.  Why the fuck bother to explain that his food issues aren’t because of an indulgent parent but a product of his body and mind being very different?  Everyone thinks what they think and I’m always going to be the bad junk food eating parent (though I hardly eat any junk food) cramming her kid ignorantly with fried and packaged crap and Max is always going to be the spoiled power-hungry kid determined to die of diabetes.  Luckily she didn’t go on and on about it like the pediatrician did.

But it still hurts and makes me want to pry my  kid’s mouth open and shove every fruit and vegetable down his throat in desperation because I fucking know how bad his diet is and it has been the source of incredible stress and worry since he was two and began the great food rejection.  The real kicker is that he’s actually eating some produce almost every day again and trying new things – he’s making a fucking effort.  But we are always going to be the willfully unhealthy people to all doctors and all people who don’t have extreme picky eaters of their own – the only people in the world who understand the truth of the situation.*

Yesterday morning we had an appointment with Max’s new psychologist.  It was a fantastic change from the previous psychologist.  He’s willing to give Max the ADD testing now – he says that Kaiser prefers to rule out all other possible issues before giving the testing but that Max definitely shows enough indication that he may have ADD to warrant the testing.  The other doctor made the decision to insist on making the school do testing that the school was not going to do – putting me in a bad place.  But this guy is willing to go to bat for Max which earned my trust immediately.  The last doctor decided (without bothering to discuss it with me) that Max does not have anxiety or OCD but that he has Sensory Processing Disorder.  Since Max’s original psychologist ruled that out early on I have not been willing to consider that as a possibility.  Dr. Carey’s explanation for why he didn’t believe Max had SPD was really clear and I agreed.  Dr. Disney** thinks Max may have Non-Verbal Processing Disorder which is related to SPD and is a learning disability.  So he doesn’t completely disagree with the previous psychologist but I’m willing to listen to him because, like Dr. Carey, he made a very good case for this and it doesn’t really negate Dr. Carey’s assessment but I can see how some behaviors can become more clear when kids are older.  Dr. Carey saw Max between the ages of 7 and 11 and in a totally different environment.  Dr. Disney is seeing Max at 12 years old and there’s no question that differences in the natural development at different ages can show you different aspects of a person’s whole psychological makeup.

I have never heard of NVLD.  After talking to us and Max for an hour and going over Max’s self-assessment paperwork (first time he’s been old enough to fill that out and it may make a significant difference in the diagnostic process) he showed us a checklist with 3 columns, one for ADHD, one for something else I didn’t catch, and one for NVLD and showed us that there were more behaviors related to NVLD checkmarked than for ADHD though both show strong enough indication that he may have both (they can be co-morbid).  He definitely thinks Max has anxiety but isn’t convinced he has OCD.  In digesting all these different disorders it’s important t to note that they all share some clusters of behaviors in common and most of them can present like OCD and complicating matters more is that they can ALL exist co-morbidly.  It is most likely that Max doesn’t have one thing or another but a mish-mash of different issues to varying degrees.

The trick is to sort out the groupings of behaviors and issues and figure out which are brain based and which are personality based because this is the most important thing to know when it comes to treatment.  ADHD is brain based and can usually be treated very effectively with medication.  NVLD is personality based and is not treatable at all with medication but with behavioral and occupational therapies.  Very very different treatments.  OCD is anxiety based and can be treated with medications but the medications that are effective for it are completely different than the meds that treat ADHD.  We know Max has anxiety – that is the only thing we know for sure.  The anxiety medication (and he’s on a very low dose and is probably in need of increasing it soon) has worked well for him and proved therapeutic.  He has not self harmed since starting on it and he has been less high strung about most of the things that stop him in his tracks and his sleep has been better as well.

You will observe that until yesterday my one goal was to get Max tested for ADD so we can get a 504 plan in place.  That has been a huge goal of mine.  And this new psychologist is willing to start that process right now.  But we’ve decided to wait a little longer.  No doctor or psychologist that Max has seen has doubted he has ADD, every last one of them has concurred that it’s a likely diagnosis.  But now that we finally find ourselves in what seem like careful and capable hands – we feel like we should wait to do the testing and give the new psychologist a chance to get to know Max and work with him and sort through all these issues of his and see if patterns emerge that will help clarify what we are dealing with before we launch into official testing.  It might seem a little surprising that given the green light for the testing AT-FUCKING-LAST I would suddenly back off of it – but my only real concern is to figure out how I can help my son navigate successfully in a world that is acutely uncomfortable to him.  The only reason why I’ve been fighting so hard for a diagnosis and the testing that determines it is because at least in the school environment I can’t make many demands without that stupid 504 and I need all the available tools at Max’s disposal to help him succeed – that’s my job as his parent.

But at the moment he’s doing very well in school (except for flunking P.E. but I hardly count that) and now we finally have a psychologist who I feel we can trust – and he has given us new food for thought and homework to do and so I feel we can afford to slow down now and let a professional guide us.  I had no one to repose confidence in since we left Max’s last psychologist in Oregon.  I feel some profoundly deep relief right now.  I spent yesterday reading about NVLD and it was a bit of a revelation.  I got to talk to a friend whose son was diagnosed with this and it’s remarkable how much this processing disorder can look like OCD but with some significant differences.  I am too new to reading about it to explain what it’s all about.  If you happen to be curious I read two articles yesterday that seemed pretty good:

Non-Verbal Learning Disabilites: A Primer

What are Non-Verbal Learning Disabilites?

So we have the next appointment in two weeks and I am feeling hopeful and so relieved that I was a basketcase all of yesterday and got nothing at all done and couldn’t think of anything else.  I have been carrying so much stress over the health and well-being of my kid (I always do – but it’s been exponentially worse in the last few months) and the stress of no one listening to me or helping me – that now it’s leaving my body I feel like I’m in shock.  A good kind of shock, but shock none-the-less.

Meanwhile I have been saying “FUCK YOU!” and “FUCK OFF!” to a whole lot of people in my head like I’ve got a Greek chorus in there.  It hasn’t stopped since yesterday.  It’s directed at people who think all you have to do is force kids to your agenda and they will bend, to people who think my kid is just fine as he is and doesn’t need any help (get your damn self in my shoes and you will see why he seems okay to you and you will die of exhaustion), to everyone who doesn’t believe in ADD or OCD or other mental disorders, to every fucking fucker out there who believes that all you have to do if you have depression is “change your attitude” and “snap out of it” and that all you have to do if you have anxiety is “stop worrying so much”, and to all those smug parents with kids who eat massaged kale salads who think the reason my kid doesn’t eat good food is because I don’t make him, and to all those people who think that my kid is a lying lazy-ass.

Fuck you all.

As for the rest of you – all I can say is thank you for constantly holding me up when I get frustrated and for understanding what it’s like to raise a kid who is really different – awesome and cool but really different – whether it’s because you’re raising one of your own or because you have that amazing thing called empathy and imagination.  You guys are the ones who get me through all the rough days.

Thank you.

*Not totally true.  There have been a few pediatricians and a few fellow parents with kids who eat normally who DO understand that this eating issue of Max’s isn’t something he’s just doing so he can eat crap food.  And I’m deeply thankful for each and every one of the exceptions to the rule of assumptions surrounding extreme picky eaters.

**Don’t even say it.  Shhhh!  Yes, that’s his real last name.