My First Child.

Screen Shot 08-13-17 at 08.27 AM  I can’t believe that my oldest will be 28 in 2 more months.That’s older than me when he was born. I was 22, just 3 months away from turning 23. Here he is around age 14. It was a special experience raising him, partly because he was my first child so everything was new and it was a new and exciting adventure and also because he was such a good baby and a good little kid and so smart and so easy, so it was a joy raising him. I really enjoyed raising him and it was fun. I’m so lucky,and so glad, that he was my first. Others that followed some have been really difficult; difficult to feed, criers, screamers, fussy, defiant, destructive,colicky, …..but not him, even as a baby he would eat well, quickly, and with gusto, and go back to sleep and wake up right on time for his next feeding, and I’m lucky that the first one was one of the easy ones. God knew what He was doing.

I still remember the surprise when the pregnancy test stick turned blue, and back then you had to do a series of 3 steps and wait 30 minutes for the result to show up so it was really nerve-wracking.The first time I tried though it came up negative, so it must have been too early. I was surprised, It actually worked! We made a baby! I have a little human being inside me! I just couldn’t believe it! Working with God we created life! Then when I felt and saw him moving around inside me it was just magical, and when I left the hospital after his birth (back then I had to stay in 3 days) I remember thinking, I can’t believe I actually get to take him home with me! and I was full of so much excitement for this new adventure, and he didn’t disappoint.

Every milestone with him was special because he was my first and I was learning as I went along but he made it so fun and so easy that even the rigorous demands of a newborn( the constant feedings, getting up during the night, being sleep deprived and exhausted,etc..) were enjoyable because he was just so good and such a delight and it was such a wonder watching him grow and develop. It was a blessing and a gift that I got to raise him and it was such an amazing experience. He turned out ok too so I guess I must have done something right. He was sort of like our “experiment” being the first, but luckily he came thru it unscathed. I really enjoyed raising him.

As well, my mother and the 22 YR old went to a local  rib fest and they only had 5 vendors, not like in Toronto where they have lots, but I didn’t go as I can’t walk that far and my hubby was too busy to drive, and it was really redneck anyway; they also had beer, cornbread and beans and had a mechanical bull! Buddy seems better now too; he’s eating again and more lively, so maybe he just had a virus or an  upset stomach or something, and my hubby said he could drive me to church yesterday too but he didn’t, so I had to walk and then I saw him drive right by me as I was walking…..and he never even stopped to pick me up along the way and I was soooo pissed off and he never even picked me up after,either,and I felt dizzy and faint all day…..and it was a special Mass as well with the Archbishop ( the same one who Confirmed me all those years ago; he’s been there for decades) and 10 priests, incl. the one who was here when we first moved here….and  the Grumpy Old Fart,too! It was really beautiful and inspirational, the kind of thing that gives me goosebumps.

Jesus Loves You!

Screen Shot 07-26-17 at 08.14 AM As I was walking Buddy, an old woman I’d never seen before walks by walking her Pug and said to me, Jesus Christ loves you! and I politely replied back, You,too! and she goes, Thank you! and off she goes, and at first I was kind of taken aback and thought it was sort of weird and unexpected, and thought, Uh, ok…. but then it occurred to me, maybe she’s a messenger from God, an answer to my prayer, sending me someone to show me and remind me of God’s love and to remind me that He loves me, esp. when I really needed to hear it the most and it was a powerful spiritual experience and when it hit me I felt almost light-headed and overcome with emotion and felt like I was walking a bit taller. She probably greets everyone like that, but how it came precisely at exactly when I needed it and right after my prayer, it really impacted me. Thanks God, I know that was you.

When I put Buddy out in the backyard to go pee the 14 and 16 YR olds also purposely would distract and scare him so that he wouldn’t go as well, just to annoy me, and when I walked by I heard the 16 YR old snicker gleefully to the second-oldest and the 14 YR old, We broke her! and then they all giggled in satisfaction, as if in mission accomplished. Words can’t even describe how it made me feel at that moment, and I think their words and actions speak for themselves. I just shuffled past and pretended that I didn’t hear it. What do you possibly say to something like that? I can’t take their abuse anymore.

Screen Shot 07-26-17 at 05.22 PM The 14 YR old also lost another pound this week and the clinic even criticized us too for taking her to the ER when she was in crisis saying we can’t rely on the ER, etc. even though that’s where she felt like she needed to be and wanted to be, and her new thing now( that the 16 YR old has also joined her in just to bug me) is she won’t eat any food if I touched it, like I have cooties, am radioactive, infectious, contagious, or unclean or something and it’s offensive, insulting, demeaning,and degrading; like I’m lower caste, like one of the Untouchables or a leper or something; unclean! unclean! Stay away!  and no one will go near you or touch anything you’ve touched, as if you’re inferior and a social outcast. They’re just so mean to me and it really hurts my feelings. The 16 YR old also made this flip comment to me and the second-oldest said to her in an accusing tone(directed at me) Be careful or you’ll end up on the blog! They can all just kiss my ass!

The 14 YR old  also complains saying she hates it when I yell up to her upstairs to come down for her meals, but if I don’t yell how is she possibly going to hear me? She’s supposed to set a timer on her phone to remind her when meal and snack times are only she’s stopped doing that so I have to remind her, and I can’t run up and down stairs or I get out of breath and if I don’t yell how will she hear me up there? If she actually just came down on time for meals and snacks I wouldn’t even have to call her. I just can’t possibly “win” either way, no matter what I do. I had a good cry today,too, and I buried my face into Buddy’s soft warm fur and he nuzzled me back, sensing I was upset and he was consoling me, and maybe I’m not the best at showing affection with my Asperger’s but everything I’ve ever done has always been about protecting the kids and keeping them safe, advocating for what’s best for them,and trying to raise them Godly and comes from a place of love, even if they don’t see it or realize it. I sacrificed so much (incl. emotionally, and mentally) to keep them safe from an enemy that threatened our family( and was one of the worst traumas that affected me and really broke me hard), and even gave up a good portion of our income fighting the system to defend and protect our homeschool and to keep us safely anonymous, I pushed, even threatening legal action, to ensure the 19 YR old was admitted to the psych ward when he was suicidal and the ER was going to release him, and I wouldn’t stop fighting to get the eating disorders clinic to put the struggling 14 YR old on meds despite their repeated objections, because I know she needs it and I fight for her…..I still feel emotion even if I can’t always express it. I want what’s best for them because I care….despite how they treat me.

Our cousin and his family are also on a trip in Spain, but they already live in Europe anyway  so it’s not too far for them and so it’s just the airfare they need as they’re staying at his parents’ winter villa,  and every night I wake up during the night in a coughing fit and I wonder what it is? Could it be sleep apnea maybe? It’s the strangest thing…I have this feeling too my friend F from Ottawa might have died as I keep having dreams about her; several over the past couple of months, and due to the reason why we had to move I wasn’t able to have any contact with her(or anywhere from there) for the past 17 YRS ever since we left, nothing that could trace anyone back to us and find our current location….and now all of a sudden the dreams….I often dream about people who have died, Babushka, for example, where I’m visiting them, and the …..I wonder if it’s true?

 

Shit-Storm.

Screen Shot 07-10-17 at 02.18 PM The 14 YR old went to her eating disorders clinic app’t yesterday and we had the second-oldest come with us as well, as requested by the therapist, who wanted her input. I expected a shit-storm as I was prepared for battle as the mama bear in me was all ready to give it my all and go full force on them to finally put her on an anti-depressant for her obvious worsening depression…..and thank God, they finally did! She got a prescription for Prozac, the same thing I’m on, and that did wonders for me and literally saved my life. They said it’ll take 2 weeks or so to start working, although with me I started to notice the effects in a matter of days; I could literally feel something “shifting” and it felt like this black cloud was just …….dissipating. Then they went into their usual spiel how they don’t like to medicate kids and they don’t want her on medication long-term and that the behaviour therapy is the best treatment for depression,(and how it’s not working as she “doesn’t put enough “effort” into it) etc.. but I’m just glad they finally got her on something, and it’s a SSRI as well, so if she does have a chemical imbalance like I do (which is likely given it’s likely genetic and inherited) this should do the trick as it replaces low seratonin levels….

Thank God. Finally.

The second-oldest also offered when it was discussed that the 14 YR old and I have “relationship problems” ( although what mothers and teenage girls don’t?) that I have relationship problems with all my kids,and then the blame-game began, where I felt ganged-up on and attacked and I was accused of not being able to form attachments which affect my relationships due to my Asperger’s and bipolar, and due to my social phobia and depression I don’t participate in family activities or go anywhere or do anything socially because being with people (esp in crowds or strangers) gives me panic attacks and makes me nervous, uneasy, anxious, self-conscious, and uncomfortable, and they said I isolate myself for having different interests than they do( such as they like anime, sci-fi, and board games and I don’t; I have nothing against it, it’s just not my thing) so I don’t participate, when in actual fact they blame and hate me and exclude me and push me away because of my limitations , disabilities,and differences, and the more they push me out and exclude me, the more isolated I become and the more I withdraw back into myself and withdraw into my own world, and also to try to stay away from them to avoid conflict and simply because I can’t take their abuse anymore. I’m in the wrong family. I simply don’t fit.

The social worker also said she recommends that I go to group therapy counselling to help me with attachment , emotions,and relationships due to my mental health issues, but I’m not so sure about that as with my social phobia the idea of being there with a roomful of strangers is very unnerving, not to mention opening up and expressing my innermost feelings and issues to a group of strangers, I’d just embarrass myself and feel really vulnerable, and besides, I’d need a referral from my family doctor first and my hubby’s always complaining whenever he has to drive me anywhere and the therapy is in another town and he already complains about all my app’t’s as it is, plus she also said that it’s something the entire family would have to take part in and they’re not going to bother, esp. not just for me,and it’s something else they’ll have to use against me to blame me for, and what good would talking about it do,anyway? It’s not going to cure it or change anything.I need to get out of this toxic family.

As for not going to family activities, my hubby used Wonderland as an example, but it’s mostly all rides there and I don’t go on the rides because I can’t stand in those long line-ups or else I faint, so what am I supposed to do there the entire time? Just walk around and be bored…..and endure the long 2 HR drive there….and 2 HR drive back….for something I don’t do? He also mentioned the kids’ Cadets but I don’t agree with the military and I’m not going to something I don’t support or believe in as that would be hypocritical, and I have gone to some of the kids’ events, esp. before, when they were younger, before the worst of the traumas broke me hard and I was able to function better and do more, and before they got older and imitated my mother and hubby in bullying me and reduced me to this; when they were younger they weren’t like that; they’d even say to me, Why does Papa make you cry?” but now they’re older they copy seeing how they treat me and now I’m just so beaten down and have just given up. They’ve pushed me out of this family and made me feel unwanted and unwelcome…..so then why so upset when they feel I don’t take part anymore? Isn’t that what they want? They’ve succeeded in driving me out.

I don’t think I necessarily have trouble forming attachments though as I did the Attachment Parenting thing when the kids were babies, incl. breastfeeding on demand and carrying them around strapped to my chest in a baby “sling”, and I was the one who was the most involved and engaged with them then, plus I do have a strong bond with my dog as well, and my BFF and I have been friends ever since we were 12, and I’m still in contact with other friends I went to school with as well, so I do have bonds and friendships that have endured and am able to form attachments…..just not with my toxic family because of how they treat me! It’s kind of difficult to form close attachments with people that are constantly putting you down, making you feel like a burden, blaming and hating you for your disabilities, bullying you, always criticizing and belittling you, and making you feel like an outsider in you own home. How can I be expected to grow flowers in the desert?

F*ck.

Not A Loser.

Screen Shot 04-12-17 at 07.36 PM Guess who’s not such a loser?(not that we ever thought that she was!) the 17 YR old announced as she triumphantly breezed into the room….she was accepted into the hard-to-get-in to writing course in Ottawa, the one she had to write the essays for the exam at University Of Ottawa! They said it would take 2 weeks to find out but they contacted her in just a week and said she’s been accepted; this is the one where she got 92 % and 95 % on her exams! Eeeeee! She’s just beyond thrilled, esp. after all the other universities had rejected her and she would have been feeling really down and discouraged, but this was the one that really mattered, that she most wanted, the writing/ journalism program, but that was also the hardest to get in to….but she did it! God had allowed all the other rejections first because this was the one she was meant for and that was waiting for her. She starts in the fall and will be moving back to Ottawa , and living there again, where she was born and lived until she was about 4.CONGRATS!

As well, my mother didn’t want me to have any of the chicken strips she’d picked up fresh at the grocery and said they’re for the people that don’t like subs, but I told her,  help pay for the groceries so I’m having chicken strips!  I picked up 2 pieces and left….and that was that. After I’d had my weed I also couldn’t remember whether or not I’d eaten my dinner yet and I was trying to figure out if I had but I deduced that I wasn’t hungry so either I had already eaten or either that or else I wasn’t hungry and in either case I didn’t need to eat either way. Weed is funny that way.When I’m high it sometimes reminds me of Mr. Bean!

I also experienced the definition of utter disppointment: I got The Munchies after my weed and I got this intense craving for a certain kind of ice cream and I knew we had it in the freezer so I eagerly anticipated it and went to grab some….but someone had eaten it and it was all gone and not there anymore…words couldn’t even begin to describe how….crestfallen I felt at that moment. It was truly a sad, tragic, and pathetic sight to behold.

The girls also somehow convinced the 10 YR old that if he uses the pink Wii U remote that he will “turn” gay and he refuses to use it, even when all the other controllers were missing with only that one left, and he wails, It’s for girls and I don’t want to turn gay! I told him that was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard and that it doesn’t work that way but he wasn’t having any of it and acted like it had cooties or something! I also heard someone said they love being prego as they love the connection and you never feel alone and that summed it up perfectly for me,too,I love being prego,too, and that’s what it’s always been about for me; wanting that connection, wanting to be loved,wanting to feel close to someone, a bond, not wanting to feel so alone….. that’s why I’m so grateful for my dog. He’s given me love and companionship like no other and no one else ever has ♥

Raw Birth.

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Buddy.

buddy22 I got a scare yesterday morning when I woke up: I couldn’t find Buddy! I mean I couldn’t find him anywhere! He sleeps in bed with me but sometimes he’ll jump off and go on the floor and burrow under blankets on the floor but he wasn’t there. I remember that sometime during the night someone( I presume one of the kids) banged loudly on my bedroom door while I was asleep, waking me up momentarily, and then laughed and ran downstairs, and when I woke up in the morning my mother told me that sometime during the night she saw Buddy coming down the stairs, he somehow got out of my room even though I keep the door closed at night so he doesn’t wander, so I guess whoever banged on my door must have opened it and he got out so the 15 YR old brought him back up.

So I was looking all over for him, under the blankets on the floor, under my bed, in the kids‘ rooms, thinking maybe one of them might have stolen him during the night and taken him into their bed with them, in his dog bed/pillow in the livingroom, under the couch( where he often hides), in the basement( where he tries to sneak off to when someone leaves the door open)….everywhere…but he wasn’t anywhere, and then I really started to get scared and panic; where was he? Where could he have gone? I just got this cold sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, fearful dread and worry; what if someone had come in during the night and took him? What if that was actually the noise I’d heard at my door in the night? What if he’d somehow run away? I was really worried. He didn’t even come when I called him which was unusual.

As it turned out he was under my bed the entire time. Even though I had already looked there he was way far in the middle, hidden,and it’s really dark under there so I only saw him the second time I looked in with the flashlight. I reached in, grabbed him,and pulled him out. I was just so relieved he was ok. I was looking for him for over 30 minutes! He must have been hiding in there thinking he was in trouble or something, hearing the panic in my voice, but it certainly wasn’t a good way to start my day, and I had visions too of  maybe even finding him dead somewhere. He is old afterall, and turns 11 next month!

The 9 YR old also just randomly said to me, out of nowhere, “I hate you and hope you die!” and it really hurt when all I want is for someone  to tell me that they love me, and when I think about M, who I loved for 5 YRS and thought I would marry now I wonder if I ever really loved him afterall, or if I was more in love with the potential of him, as there were high hopes for his future; he’d hoped to become a lawyer and go into politics and maybe even become PM one day….the future looked bright and I imagined being by his side…as it turned out he didn’t, but he did still end up successful, earning a Masters degree in Business, but I later discovered that he’d misrepresented himself as a preppy rich kid when he actually lived in public housing; the ghetto, although it is admirable that he bettered himself, but as it turned out it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because he turned out to be gay and didn’t love me anyway.

As for my hubby, he was a machinist working in his uncle’s shop when I first met him and then after a breakdown he re-trained and got into computers, which he still does now, and he’s the guy they always seem to call whenever they run into an issue and he maintains a bunch of servers, and he accuses me of “embellishing” my blog,too, but I don’t; I say it like it is and tell what really happens; he just doesn’t like to hear it, but if he doesn’t want to look bad then maybe he shouldn’t be treating me bad, and I’ve noticed as well that once you have kids your relationship always seems to change for the worse, it ruins marriages ,putting strain on them, even if they did get along well before,and then in cases like us where it wasn’t strong to begin with then it just makes it even worse, but I’ve never seen a relationship get stronger, better, or improve once they have kids, but it always seems to decline after.

As bad as new U.S Prez Trump is I found out something good that he’s actually doing: de-funding taxpayer’s money to fund abortions and Planned Parenthood (the biggest abortion provider) and I’m so glad! Finally, a pro-life gov’t, with a pro-life stance and a pro-life agenda! If the bitches want to kill their babies then the least they can do is to pay for it with their own money! That’s what gets me about the Femi-Nazis,too; they always whine, “Stay out of my reproductive rights!” and “My womb is none of your business!”….yet then they expect their birth control and abortions to be publically funded by the gov’t and taxpayers! You can’t have it both ways! If it matters that much to them, let them pay for it themselves! Hopefully now it won’t be free there will be alot less pre-born babies being killed!

Disclaimer.

screen-shot-01-26-17-at-09-18-am Yesterday when I’d mentioned be careful what you wish for because you just might get it and how my biggest wish was to get married and have kids but then I’d regretted it and wished that I hadn’t, I have a disclaimer: I just wanted to clarify and to make it clear that I don’t mean my kids personally: I just mean having kids in general. It wasn’t what I had thought, hoped, expected, imagined, or been lead to believe. It wasn’t a profound, meaningful experience, it wasn’t my greatest accomplishment,it wasn’t the best thing I ever did, it didn’t bring me great joy, it wasn’t fulfilling, or any  of that, and, in fact, ended up to be the opposite of what I’d hoped and what I was hoping was fulfilling my dream actually turned into a nightmare as I found myself in an unhappy marriage and having kids that ended up hating me.It ruined my life.

I was also ill-equipped with my Aspergers, depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc. to handle the demands of parenting and it overwhelmed me, plus I never had the emotional support that I needed from my hubby or my mother but instead I’m constantly undermined, over-ruled, berated, demeaned, bullied, and made to feel that I don’t have a voice and don’t matter.I just get all of the shit and none of the perks. If I could go back and re-do my life all over again I wouldn’t have married my hubby and I wouldn’t have had kids, if only I knew then what I know now. It just brought so much fear, trauma, worry, and stress into my life that I was unable to cope and it just…..broke me. Nothing is worth going thru all that and my life would have been so much different if I had stayed single.For one thing, I know I wouldn’t be such a basket case.I might have even had a chance to be happy. I just wanted to make it clear that it’s not my kids personally I wish I never had; I just wish that I hadn’t had any kids, period.

As well, our Internet was down again( it turned out to be the router so we had to get a new one) and we rely on the Internet for everything, for my hubby’s work,it’s my only link to the outside world and my only communication, the kids do alot of the school work online, and the only way we can watch TV shows and movies is online, yet my hubby only cared  once it affected him and when I needed help with my Internet connection he screamed at me to shut up and that he “doesn’t have time” ( implying it’s just something for me so it’s not important and he couldn’t be bothered) and deep inside, I’ve seen a side of him that even the kids don’t know about, a part of him that I doubt even his siblings probably don’t even know  and haven’t seen, a dark side that’s really scary; really mean, vengeful, vindictive,spiteful,cruel, cold and calculating, and I’ve seen how he can get and what he’s capable of (I saw it during the custody battle back in the early 90’s and at other times,too) and I just wish I’d known sooner.

My hair’s been really growing alot lately,too, I just cut it last week and I had to cut it again; it easily grew 2-3 weeks worth of growth in just a week,and it’s like when I was on that hormone medication to lower the aldosterone so I wonder if maybe I have too much progesterone or something, say, like from an ovarian tumour and it’s causing my hair to grow quickly……hmmmmm…. kind of makes you wonder….and the 15 YR old said the lady at the Dollar Store was snotty to her as well and made fun of her clothes saying, “What are you supposed to be? Pretending to be something that you’re not!” and then saying “Do you go to work dressed like that?” and she said she’s 15 and she doesn’t work the clerk smirked when she was her age she worked…..what a bitch! If I was her I’d have told her, “I don’t buy my clothes to please you, and unlike you,I’m going to go to university so I can get a good job…..and you’ll still be working at the Dollar Store!” The 15 YR old said she didn’t as she “doesn’t want to be like her” or stoop to her level but the thing is with bullies if you don’t stand up to them and defend yourself and tell them off then they just keep on saying shit like that to everyone.