Showing posts with label haunted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haunted. Show all posts

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Strange and Bizarre

Levi has been screaming for what seems like ever at this point.

I'm going to ask for a psychological evaluation for him, sooner than later.
Some ( very rare) days he's happy go lucky and in a good mood.
But mostly he's upset- he's very up and down- not a calm baby at all.


Before you go "That's ALL babies"- let me stop you write there. I'm not complaining about some normal crying- I do have a daughter that is autistic- and I do see the signs.
Unlike most people- this doesn't upset me- I just want him to get the help he needs- sooner rather than later. I think this makes sense.

Some people tell him- that both my daughter and son "look normal". I don't know what most people think autistic kids "look like"- but they do look like normal, regular kids. I don't know if people think autistic kids "look special" or handicapped. Truthfully I don't even know what "looking special" even means.
Both my kids look like regular kids- period.


It's such a weird thing to say anyways.


Or people tell him, I'm being paranoid- my daughter was diagnosed by professionals- same with my son. It's strange now that my daughter isn't in early intervention anymore- but now my son is. Early Intervention and CPSE are completely different.


On another note- yesterday was odd.
It was Violet's first day of school- and it didn't go well- surprise!!!
Dave thought she'd be fine- I knew different.
She had a tough day- and fell asleep really early last night- when she suffers any type of "trauma" (including having a temper tantrum) in the day she will fall right to sleep. Which is really bad when she's in the middle of therapy and she has a breakdown- because then she passes out- it's like the "fainting goats"! If you don't know what this is- look it up- it's hilarious!
Bizarre, I know.


Yesterday Dave slept almost all day- when I finally had to wake him up around 3 in the afternoon, he was groggy and not in a good mood.
I was talking to my friend about my grandmother's dementia and how I feel about it- how my grandma doesn't recognize me at all anymore- or even know my name- when out of nowhere Dave said "I'm OK with it" with an attitude.
We both just turned to look at him- like "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He didn't understand why I was upset by that comment AT ALL.
After that I wasn't in a good mood- because I wasn't understanding him one bit.


The rest the day Dave was acting very strange.
He apologized later for what he said- but I was still confused about the whole thing.
Dave and I have been arguing a lot- I've been telling him- that he's changed so much- and sometimes I just don't understand him anymore.
I know he feels like our apartment is a trap- and I totally agree.


Just yesterday ( you all know how I've been saying this apartment is haunted) with my friend at my house- something happened.
Everyone was in the living room- my friend, the kids, Dave and I, everyone else was out, the baby monitor was on in the bedroom- an d all of a sudden we heard a noise- and then a whole lot of noise in our bedroom- my friend is a witness!- like someone was in there destroying our room!
I said to Dave "What the Fuck was that?!"
He replied "Probably your dad?"
Both my friend and I replied-"NO ONE else is HOME!"
I sent him to the room to check what happened.
Nothing seemed out of place- it was SO BIZARRE!


But this time I have a witness! Yo! I TOLD YOU ALL THIS PLACE WAS HAUNTED!
It's like there's a bad spirit just keeping us all miserable here.
I can't wait to finally leave.


Maybe then we'll be happy- I hope.



I pray every night that things will work out and everything will be okay, that we will all be happy ( and healthy) again soon.






Thanks for listening.

*old photo of my grandma and me- I was about 9 years old here- and very very tan- with very very long hair- probably the last time I ever had very long hair).

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My kitchen is haunted

It's true!!! Well actually my whole apartment is haunted and has been since I could remember. I really used to be freaked out by it when I was little. I'm still scared but not as much as I used to be. In the kitchen things always come crashing down at all hours of the day and night when no one's in there. Today the refrigerator tried to kill me. First it closed on my ankle-owww! Then the freezer door closed while I was picking something up-and BAM!!! My head connected with the freezer door so fucking hard I felt like I had to go sleep! I put ice on it, and felt better soon. Dave told me- "Hey don't you dare go Natasha Richardson, on me, OKAAAAY?!!!" Which totally scared me, to which he then said "Or I'll fuck you up!"- which I knew he was joking, but I understood. He's always scared of something happening to me- like me dying. He always tells me he doesn't know what he'd do without me, which is very sweet.

This week's been hard- right now as I write this I'm having a nose bleed- it won't stop due to the advil I took for my head injury.


Oh dear G-d, things have to get better than this soon, right?!


On a good note I had a meeting with Vi's feeding therapist and her nutritionist. It went very well. I adore all her therapists- but I do have my favorites. They are such amazing people. I'm so thankful for all the help they give to Violet and us. We are very blessed to have them in our lives.


My nose is still bleeding, it will probably take a very long long time to stop. Argh!!!

In the meantime it is fun grossing out my sister who gets really scared by the sight of blood.

I'm still a kid, I swear!


Kisses Bitches- stay outta the kitchen!!!!

P.S. Where's the freakin. Ghostbusters when I need 'em?