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Goodbyes and Hellos

"It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure."

   Tink can be very hard to work with at times and she learns how to push all your buttons. She burns you out very quickly. With that said today we made the decision to say goodbye to her BHP and move on. We could tell Tink was wearing her out and she was losing the battle of keeping her on task/schedule. This happen a year ago also. 

   As I think about it today the only thing I can "fit together" is Tink is not in school. Maybe when she's not in school she tends to"shutdown"(kinda). Maybe that's the link, maybe not. We may never know why, I dont even think Tink know's why. That's part of the mysteries with Autism. Just when you think you have found something that works, something happens.

   Next week Tink will be saying hello to the psychologist who will be evaluating her later on in August. This neuropsych testing will tell us how she learns. She has plateaued in her education at a level of second grade. This will help us get her more help/support in hopes she can progress closer to her age level. 

   "What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger". Yes, sometimes autism makes mothers stronger people, but it also can break a mother down to her very core. Autism has a way of toughening up even the softest of souls. We live life filled with stress, often in a state of "flight or fight". Regardless of the emotions at hand, autism moms learn to get it together and get strong, because that is how our children need us to be. Keep fighting the good fight!

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