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trying something new part II

In trying something new, I described efforts we were undergoing to change how we respond to David, and how we let him affect us. Yesterday, we were given an added tip or coping mechanism. Laughter. When angry we should laugh more, because it is difficult to be angry while laughing. On one hand, I think it is an act of lunacy. But on the other hand, it makes perfect sense. Can you be angry while you are laughing? I can’t. Last night the power was out for roughly 5 hours. We repeatedly asked David to stay in the same room as us. We ordered him to do so. He didn’t and wouldn’t. For most kids this isn’t such a huge issue, however, when your child is a thief and does things like playing with fire, you sure don’t want them roaming around in the dark unhindered. Especially when we discovered

This will be my final post on Lost and Tired » Lost and Tired – a farewell and thank you.

This will be my final post on Lost and Tired » Lost and Tired. Dear readers, No this isn’t me closing down my blog. Our work isn’t yet complete. This is a farewell to a friend in the blogging and advocacy community. ================== I have known Rob and Lizzie for almost 5 years. He was my introduction to the facebook group Reality Autism. He was the inspiration behind finding my writing voice here at whynotfathers.com and in a few other places such as Special Happens. No one can fault Rob for his dedication to the world of Autism or his family. The support he and his wife have offered so many for the past few years has been incredible. I wish him luck in his future endeavors and hope that he knows he can count on me to help in any way that I can. So for now as we

Section 1 – About a father

Thinking of my family at this late hour. It is 1am here. 2am back home. I am on vacation and can’t sleep. All but one family member is at home in Casa de Familia. I was working a night job delivering newspapers. One night I happened to deliver to a business that had an old friend working. I had worked with this person in a previous job when I was still in high school. I wanted to date her more than I wanted anything in this life. I wanted to show her that men are not all assholes like her ex-husband and the other riffraff that she went out with. One night, she invited me to a Christmas party at a hotel with some friends. It so happens that I had my daughter that weekend. What better way to woo a woman than to introduce a small child. So I