mattmom
08-18-2006, 01:28 PM
I wish we still had the Just Venting! board because that forum would be a good place for this post.
I feel rottenly depressed. I think it started back before my son went back to school. (Some of you may remember from my previous posts here that he has autism.) It just got to be too much to even think of interacting with him except for gettiing him things (food, etc.) Right now I'm hiding in the bedroom with both doors locked.
I made the fatal mistake of trying to get Matthew interested in some Disney movies . . . and now he's hooked on the second disc of the Beauty and the Beast set, which has a bunch of special features and a couple of games . . . and it also includes a music video which is a remake of the Beauty and the Beast theme song. Matthew has been watching that over and over and over. I think today alone he's watched it about five times in a row. Maybe more. It's driving me crazy!! :cussing:
This week school started, and we had a problem with Matthew's bus transportation. The bus didn't show at all the first day. Then, we tried to explain that he had to have a monitor on the bus for his own safety, only to be told that it was nowhere in his record that he had to have a monitor. The finally straightened that out after two days!! :cussing:
We also learned that Medicaid, which helps pay for Matthew's speech and occupational therapy, will--as of next month--only allow 2 hours a month of single-type therapy and about 4 hours a month of combined therapy without prior authorization from Medicaid. Matthew gets FOUR hours a month of speech and FOUR hours a month of OT. His therapists, fortunately, are willing to fight the paperwork battles with Medicaid. Not every therapist is willing and/or able. This is the THIRD TIME that the state of Georgia has attempted to restrict Medicaid coverage in some way, shape, or form, all in the name of saving money!! :cussing:
I think I ate something that didn't agree with my bladder and as a result, it's been really hurting a lot this past week. What makes me mad is that I think it was brussels sprouts--which I thought were supposed to be safe to eat!! I am at the point where I just want to say, to hell with the bladder, I am going to eat what I damn well please!! (Excuse the French. I don't care about not swearing right now, either!)
My DH's not too happy with work lately, either. They've (he works for the feds) dumped a whole bunch of stuff on his desk which, of course, has to be done immediately. Plus they expect him to answer the phone at certain times of the day as well as keep up with his own cases. He was interviewed for a job in Colorado back in July, which I don't think is going to work out. We have heard nothing about a possible second interview. He's applied for a bunch of other federal jobs and most of them have come back as either, position canceled or, he does not meet qualifications. I'm beginning to think that *if*
we want to get out of our city, *I* will have to be the one to get the job to do it. (Last month I just started court reporting school. That is also adding to the stress.) The last time we moved because of my job, it took DH ONE YEAR to even find something temporary. And it wasn't until 1997 that he was really on solid footing employment wise. I do NOT want to live through that nightmare again!
I can't keep the house clean. I have a nice neat schedule and do I follow it? NO!
I told DH I didn't want him to do overtime tomorrow. He's been doing a lot of Saturday overtime recently. He practically has to in order to keep up with the workload . . . but that leaves ME with Matthew the whole day, trying to figure out how to keep him busy, and unfortunately, it's either me at the computer with him at the TV, or he and I go shopping and/or run errands together.
We had been in counseling, but we have not been back since I started school because I have classes at night . . . and then there's always the question, who will watch Matthew? The person who watched him the last few times we went was the director of the counseling center. If we go back to see our counselor, it can't be at the same time we were going (again, because of class) and I don't know if the director will be available. I have given up asking people to baby sit because I am so tired of hearing no. We have been unable to find anyone who will help us consistently--and yes, we've tried our church and we've even tried respite. Nothing has worked.
I don't know, but I am at the point where I'm wondering if I need to seriously seeing a psychiatrist. I'm on anti-depressants prescribed by my family practitioner and I'm wondering if my meds need to be tweaked. But I feel so ashamed and embarrassed to say that I need psychiatric help. That brings up visions of people who are completely out of their minds having to be put in the hospital for their own safety and the safety of those around them.
I've been lying down too much also, just because I feel emotionally bad. Which doesn't help my sleep patterns and puts me in a vicious cycle of not being able to sleep at night, so feel tired during the day, so take nap, which means I can't sleep at night.
I've been wanting to be a writer, but forget that lately. I can't come up with a coherent story to save my life, and the novel I'm currently working on is just not working.
And, this is definitely a whine, but I want cable. I am so tired of our current programming choices and also, our UHF channels don't always get the best reception. But I don't know how to tweak the budget in order to afford it. And I'm afraid DH will just flat out say, "no." This is the guy that I had to completely nag in order to get Internet at home AND get my own cell phone (and he still won't join the 21st century and get one of his own!!)
I felt so bad today I did a little bit of retail therapy. My idea of retail therapy: the fabric section of Wal-Mart, where I bought $23.00 worth of fabric to make myself four pairs of pants. Which has just gotten added to the two lengths of fabric I bought to make two dresses . . . and the two unfinished pairs of pajamas for Matthew.
And on top of everything else, I have a test on Monday!!!!!
And when I tried to post this the first time, it wouldn't let me because I'm only allowed 10 images!!
:headbang: :headbang: :loco: :loco: :help: :help: :help:
I feel rottenly depressed. I think it started back before my son went back to school. (Some of you may remember from my previous posts here that he has autism.) It just got to be too much to even think of interacting with him except for gettiing him things (food, etc.) Right now I'm hiding in the bedroom with both doors locked.
I made the fatal mistake of trying to get Matthew interested in some Disney movies . . . and now he's hooked on the second disc of the Beauty and the Beast set, which has a bunch of special features and a couple of games . . . and it also includes a music video which is a remake of the Beauty and the Beast theme song. Matthew has been watching that over and over and over. I think today alone he's watched it about five times in a row. Maybe more. It's driving me crazy!! :cussing:
This week school started, and we had a problem with Matthew's bus transportation. The bus didn't show at all the first day. Then, we tried to explain that he had to have a monitor on the bus for his own safety, only to be told that it was nowhere in his record that he had to have a monitor. The finally straightened that out after two days!! :cussing:
We also learned that Medicaid, which helps pay for Matthew's speech and occupational therapy, will--as of next month--only allow 2 hours a month of single-type therapy and about 4 hours a month of combined therapy without prior authorization from Medicaid. Matthew gets FOUR hours a month of speech and FOUR hours a month of OT. His therapists, fortunately, are willing to fight the paperwork battles with Medicaid. Not every therapist is willing and/or able. This is the THIRD TIME that the state of Georgia has attempted to restrict Medicaid coverage in some way, shape, or form, all in the name of saving money!! :cussing:
I think I ate something that didn't agree with my bladder and as a result, it's been really hurting a lot this past week. What makes me mad is that I think it was brussels sprouts--which I thought were supposed to be safe to eat!! I am at the point where I just want to say, to hell with the bladder, I am going to eat what I damn well please!! (Excuse the French. I don't care about not swearing right now, either!)
My DH's not too happy with work lately, either. They've (he works for the feds) dumped a whole bunch of stuff on his desk which, of course, has to be done immediately. Plus they expect him to answer the phone at certain times of the day as well as keep up with his own cases. He was interviewed for a job in Colorado back in July, which I don't think is going to work out. We have heard nothing about a possible second interview. He's applied for a bunch of other federal jobs and most of them have come back as either, position canceled or, he does not meet qualifications. I'm beginning to think that *if*
we want to get out of our city, *I* will have to be the one to get the job to do it. (Last month I just started court reporting school. That is also adding to the stress.) The last time we moved because of my job, it took DH ONE YEAR to even find something temporary. And it wasn't until 1997 that he was really on solid footing employment wise. I do NOT want to live through that nightmare again!
I can't keep the house clean. I have a nice neat schedule and do I follow it? NO!
I told DH I didn't want him to do overtime tomorrow. He's been doing a lot of Saturday overtime recently. He practically has to in order to keep up with the workload . . . but that leaves ME with Matthew the whole day, trying to figure out how to keep him busy, and unfortunately, it's either me at the computer with him at the TV, or he and I go shopping and/or run errands together.
We had been in counseling, but we have not been back since I started school because I have classes at night . . . and then there's always the question, who will watch Matthew? The person who watched him the last few times we went was the director of the counseling center. If we go back to see our counselor, it can't be at the same time we were going (again, because of class) and I don't know if the director will be available. I have given up asking people to baby sit because I am so tired of hearing no. We have been unable to find anyone who will help us consistently--and yes, we've tried our church and we've even tried respite. Nothing has worked.
I don't know, but I am at the point where I'm wondering if I need to seriously seeing a psychiatrist. I'm on anti-depressants prescribed by my family practitioner and I'm wondering if my meds need to be tweaked. But I feel so ashamed and embarrassed to say that I need psychiatric help. That brings up visions of people who are completely out of their minds having to be put in the hospital for their own safety and the safety of those around them.
I've been lying down too much also, just because I feel emotionally bad. Which doesn't help my sleep patterns and puts me in a vicious cycle of not being able to sleep at night, so feel tired during the day, so take nap, which means I can't sleep at night.
I've been wanting to be a writer, but forget that lately. I can't come up with a coherent story to save my life, and the novel I'm currently working on is just not working.
And, this is definitely a whine, but I want cable. I am so tired of our current programming choices and also, our UHF channels don't always get the best reception. But I don't know how to tweak the budget in order to afford it. And I'm afraid DH will just flat out say, "no." This is the guy that I had to completely nag in order to get Internet at home AND get my own cell phone (and he still won't join the 21st century and get one of his own!!)
I felt so bad today I did a little bit of retail therapy. My idea of retail therapy: the fabric section of Wal-Mart, where I bought $23.00 worth of fabric to make myself four pairs of pants. Which has just gotten added to the two lengths of fabric I bought to make two dresses . . . and the two unfinished pairs of pajamas for Matthew.
And on top of everything else, I have a test on Monday!!!!!
And when I tried to post this the first time, it wouldn't let me because I'm only allowed 10 images!!
:headbang: :headbang: :loco: :loco: :help: :help: :help: