I’ve tried to post the past couple of days and WordPress wouldn’t… work. I apologize if this post isn’t formatted to its best, but I’ve resorted to using the app on my phone.
Anyway, I thought I’d post an update since it has been awhile. The Boy is doing well. We are both still in counseling, and he’s still struggling with coping strategies to deal with reality. He’s trying his darndest to pass the written test for his driver’s permit, and unfortunately, there are no accommodations or modifications in the real world. I think this is something many teens and young adults on the spectrum face, especially as they age out of the system and resources are suddenly sparse. I see his struggle and feel even more to get to a community where acceptance is more common. This place just ain’t cuttin’ it anymore.
I’m doing much better than I was. Dealing with depression and anxiety from such a sudden life change was bewildering in and of itself. It has been almost two years, and in some ways it seems like two weeks, others like two decades. Mostly I’m okay being alone, and sometimes I think it would be nice to go on a date. It’s progress.
We have had our house for sale for six months. Unfortunately, that guy I’m not supposed to talk about had very particular views about how it needed to be built, and those don’t translate well to other people’s tastes, I guess. We’ll see what happens. The hardest part about selling a house in our case are the showings. We bust our behinds to make the house look presentable and get two cats who don’t like being in their carriers too much out of the house. The showings also set The Boy off, who is convinced that people take his things when he isn’t there. Then people don’t show, or don’t come inside because they don’t like the curb appeal, or the yard isn’t big enough… whatever the case may be. It’s disheartening.
We are all waiting for some of that good karma to come our way so that we can move on to bigger and better things. Any day now.
The bright spot since last fall has been my writing. I am now a published author, and… it’s truly an amazing feeling to have a dream come true. I’ve gone from having to get up
in order to write because my then-husband didn’t want to “compete” for my attention, to being supported by my family and friends, and actually making money (well, kinda – lol) from my words. More importantly, I’m connecting with people who like my stories, which is all any of us really want, anyway. Feel free to find my author-self on any of the socials @AMIalacci or visit my website at amialacci.com
. I’d love to see you in that new part of my life.
I hope you are all well. I miss blogging, and hope to add some posts from time to time. Things can only get better, right?