That is how I feel today, all blurred and mimsy. Yesterday I felt shattered, emotionally shattered and I missed my mother with an intensity that had me weeping at inopportune moments. It must be quite disconcerting to see a woman weeping into the oranges at the greengrocers.
Amy is being assessed by the early intervention people and she has some sensory processing issues. Veronica will write about this in due course and I wont go into detail other than to say the news reduced me to tears. I see a bright future for my grand daughter as she will be a strong, talented and determined woman but I also know that her time at school wont be easy and that makes me unbearably sad.
My gifted and intelligent youngest child has taken under-achieving at school to a whole new level. His school report is almost a carbon copy of mine at the same age and I worry about my son.
The spouse is as grumpy as usual, though he smiles and pulls me towards him for a hug when I take my teeth out and pull old lady faces at him.
The dog has rolled in roadkill this morning, thoughtfully filling the house with the delicate bouquet of putrefying possum. I am trying to ignore the persistent whining at the backdoor and I wish it would hurry up and warm up a bit so I can hose the dog down without us both risking hypothermia.
This Sunday the 15th of August is the opening of the Tas Ceramics Society’s annual exhibition. It is being held at the Rosny School house Gallery and will run until the 5th of September. I have two pieces in this exhibition and I will post some photos later on in the week as I forgot to take any before I delivered the pieces to the gallery. *doh*
Making a film is an incredibly time consuming and eye straining job. I really underestimated just how much work was involved and so I have temporarily postponed the zombie, mutant fish gorefest. I am working on a project using vision that my son and I shot while we have been driving through the Brighton bypass road works.
I have finished my three week sculpture block and it has been a delight to work with Belinda Winkler. Thanks to the ideas that Belinda shared I am going to make some quite large dragon eggs for installation at Chauncy Vale and I will publish photos of the sculptures once they are fired.
I cant decide which of these images I like best so I have published them both.
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I felt the same way you do about Amy when Max was first diagnosed with autism. It’s hard to hear, but the sooner we start therapies the more of a difference it’ll make to their lives in the long run. They’re still the same amazing children we have brought up, now we’re just getting extra help!
*hugs*
I love the 1st the most I think. Would love something like that hanging in my living room. 🙂
Hugs – lots of them. I have been having very vivid dreams about my Dad recently and it’s 18 years now since he died.
A diagnosis for Amy is so much better than wondering if something is wrong. Early intervention should make a big difference even though it may take time.
I can’t chose which photo is best either – although the second one would look lovely in my bedroom 😉
xox
Hmm, probably the mauve for me, although Ido love red/orange tones.
Sounds like one of those days you wonder why you got out of bed. The challenges of raising a child with special needs has been brought home to me in the past fortnight as my brother and his family visit from overseas. The oldest child (aged 16) is autistic. Tonight, the GOFA and I are taking the four children out for some fun while their parents have a rare, child free night visiting some Aussie friends. Reckon I’ll need a sleep in tomorrow after chasing them all over Sydney!
Kim, I’m so sorry to hear about Amy’s diagnosis. That must be difficult news. But I think it’s good to know this early so she can get the guidance and assistance she needs to be successful in school and otherwise. I think these are probably the sort of hidden issues that can create challenges for children in school and at home when they are not diagnosed because no one understands why the child is not doing what other children are doing. Knowing why allows everyone to respond with more compassion and understanding. Sending virtual hugs to you and Vonnie and the whole family. xoxo
Amy doesn’t have a diagnosis at all. Amy has some sensory processing issues. She is only at the very beginning stages of being assessed by the OT.
I’m not exactly sure what sensory processing issues are, I’ll learn more about it when Veronica posts. I do know that early intervention means getting Amy the help she needs as soon as possible, so that’s a good thing.
I don’t like either of those two pictures. Are they a little out of focus? The colours are wonderful, but looking at them hurts my eyes.
I like both too. And hugs, for keeping the blurries at bay 😉 BG Xx
@ River They are deliberately out of focus because that is how I felt all day. I am sorry they hurt your eyes but I am pleased you felt comfortable enough to say how you felt. 🙂
Oh, hugs… We’re in the middle of early intervention with my youngest and it’s heartbreaking because he was supposed to be the protector of the oldest and now we have two to worry about at school..
It’s gonna be okay, Kim. Amy has got you and V.xxx
Sometimes, life is just HARD! I’ve had a hard week as well. I hope things get to feeling better soon.
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I am going backwards through my reader bet you can’t tell.
I have written probably too much on Veronica’s issues with Amy and sensory processing. I like you although you see and I just read about her a bright, lively vivacious if somewhat exasperating wonderful young child. But I am and always will be a rose spectacled kind of gal when it comes to kids. I get kid’s you see its adults that confuse me.
I am sorry you are having (had) a crying into the oranges day. They are crap aren’t they.
I will have to click on the links another day as should be asleep but I will be back to meander.
Take care Kim
xoxoxooxox
Ok pain in the veritable forgot to say – If i had to pick I would choose the second photo. No idea why.
What lovely comments from all your blogging mates, Kim.
It’s ok to be sad and missing a dear parent is way up there. I’ve felt quite emo about Sue Napier’s passing. I sometimes look at my dogs & give them a love just in case they don’t awake in the morning. My 10 y.o. nephew can’t cope with parties or planes…
Dear little Amy I guess we’ll put a label on her soon but no matter what she’ll have her strengths & weaknesses like all of us. Throw it out to the Universe : )
I like the orange one but I’m not into blurry!
HUGS!
I like the second image. It’s slightly more mysterious. Sorry you have so much to contend with right now. My son left secondary school early and ignominiously. I’ll skip the months of futile effort to keep him there. Fast forward to now. He’s 20 – a thoughtful, intelligent, kind young man, in employment he enjoys and with a delightful girlfriend. There are better years ahead for your son. School isn’t his time – at least right now – but his time will come. You’ve shown him riches some children never glimpse.