I have a confession to you, my readers participating in #FridayReflections.
My post today is inspired by this quote: “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t
matter, and those who matter don’t mind” – Bernard M. Baruch.
It is so hard to know the direction I want to take this
blog. You may have noticed that, several times, I've taken this blog in various experimental directions. For instance, several weeks ago, I participated in a five
minute free writing challenge from a weekly prompt. The free writing was fun, but I don't think I will participate in that particular challenge again.
Before then, I posted in a
Skywatch Friday. I enjoy Skywatch and participate using my other blog. The problem is that my developmentally disabled brother in law Bil, who I blog about here, doesn't take photos.
If he
did, a blog where photographers post pictures of the sky each Friday would be a wonderful showcase for him. Bil loves the weather after all. But he doesn't.
I even thought about writing a book with this blog, but I am not sure if anything I write can can add value to the topic of caring for an adult with autism.
So, I found myself lost.
I don't want to share these posts and connect with others on Facebook, as Facebook prohibits multiple accounts, and I don't want to post this under my real name for various reasons. Most blogging challenges I know about require Facebook participation. After the Presidential election here in the States, I am trying to limit my Facebook time to save my sanity.
Perhaps, this is a good thing, because I will have time to iron this out without worrying about pleasing readers.
Since I started this blog years ago, I only wanted to say what I felt, and be true to myself and to "Bil". So I will continue on that path. Even if I rant a little sometimes. But there will be joy, too.
I, again, invite you to join me on this Unknown Journey.
Come visit the other bloggers reflecting on FridayReflections and Make Your Words Count.
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Friday, November 18, 2016
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Bil and the Park
They sat in the park, my brother in law "Bil" and his mother.
My sister in law said later, about watching them, that they looked like an old married couple. But they aren't married.
My brother in law, Bil, has a developmental disability called autism. His mother, my mother in law, has cared for Bil all of her life. He isn't as deeply affected as some with autism are - he is verbal and can take care of his physical needs. But he is far from independent.
They sat on a bench, I was told, close together. It wasn't a romantic type of sitting, but was more like an old married couple, she said. They sat close, but not touching. They leaned into each other without touching, presenting an aura of "you and me against the world".
Will Bil be able to find independence?
He is in his mid 50's. His mother is in her late 80's. Her health is not the best.
We, the family, sit and wonder.
For right now, though, he helps take care of his mother more and more. He does laundry for her, in the laundromat of the apartment complex where they live. He takes out the trash. He helps get things she can not reach. She can't bend anymore, either.
But we wonder. If she fell, would he know how to get help? She says he knows how to call 911, but how do you practice that?
That park. That sunny day, years ago, when they sat together like an old married couple. Once, she took care of his needs. Now he helps to take care of hers. Fair play, fair turnaround, you may say. But I wonder if she ever goes back, in her mind to that day in the park. Does
THE END.
Linking to Five Minute Friday, a five minute exercise in free writing. The theme: park.
My sister in law said later, about watching them, that they looked like an old married couple. But they aren't married.
My brother in law, Bil, has a developmental disability called autism. His mother, my mother in law, has cared for Bil all of her life. He isn't as deeply affected as some with autism are - he is verbal and can take care of his physical needs. But he is far from independent.
They sat on a bench, I was told, close together. It wasn't a romantic type of sitting, but was more like an old married couple, she said. They sat close, but not touching. They leaned into each other without touching, presenting an aura of "you and me against the world".
Will Bil be able to find independence?
He is in his mid 50's. His mother is in her late 80's. Her health is not the best.
We, the family, sit and wonder.
For right now, though, he helps take care of his mother more and more. He does laundry for her, in the laundromat of the apartment complex where they live. He takes out the trash. He helps get things she can not reach. She can't bend anymore, either.
But we wonder. If she fell, would he know how to get help? She says he knows how to call 911, but how do you practice that?
That park. That sunny day, years ago, when they sat together like an old married couple. Once, she took care of his needs. Now he helps to take care of hers. Fair play, fair turnaround, you may say. But I wonder if she ever goes back, in her mind to that day in the park. Does
THE END.
Linking to Five Minute Friday, a five minute exercise in free writing. The theme: park.
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