tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post4978452814109880943..comments2023-06-19T11:49:31.839-04:00Comments on Gifts of Thought: "How Sharper than a Serpent's Tooth it is....Opinionated Giftshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803183270924780590noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-86240070027308993442009-12-13T11:12:16.761-05:002009-12-13T11:12:16.761-05:00What a beautifully written post. Your frustrations...What a beautifully written post. Your frustrations, your pain & your disappointment are all very poignant. The fact that you feel all these things just points to how much you care. She's lucky to have a dad like you and trust me (although it may not seem like it) she knows it. And that's the point of being a parent right? To love your child even when they are totally unlovable. I know my parents did and that's probably the greatest gift they could've given me. <br /><br />You'll be back to 'proud papa' in no time, I'm sure. <br /><br />XKBKB in NYChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08911810200160557633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-596188104097703902009-12-10T20:46:45.171-05:002009-12-10T20:46:45.171-05:00Sorry for the stress of dealing with this. Hope yo...Sorry for the stress of dealing with this. Hope you are closer to peace and proud papa today! I also was struck by the "I love you, Dad." thing, b/c the first blog post of mine you ever commented on (yes I remember) was the one where I wrote about how Bella had stopped telling me she loved me. (She finally started back saying it a month or so ago, but she refused for about 5 months no matter how hard we tried to get her to say it.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-32042139745682215042009-12-10T14:26:21.328-05:002009-12-10T14:26:21.328-05:00I have a child with SPD, and I've always been ...I have a child with SPD, and I've always been outwardly positive and upbeat about it. I've never found the words to express how painful and disappointing it can be. These feelings also come with the territory. Hugs to you.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05814226133626149225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-83309624346612217342009-12-10T10:59:37.664-05:002009-12-10T10:59:37.664-05:00Great post. I am sorry for your frustrations but I...Great post. I am sorry for your frustrations but I am thankful you can vent them. Take it easy my friend.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14508213573891885604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-85811087860589093352009-12-09T19:13:06.802-05:002009-12-09T19:13:06.802-05:00A very thought provoking and enlightening glimpse...A very thought provoking and enlightening glimpse of this moment in your life. <br />I noticed, (my daughter does not have AS) the similar teenage journey to my daughter’s emergence into adulthood (now 28). And how well you seem to have done;<br /><br />The similarity is not meant to be literal but the intensity of her journey took me by surprise.<br />I had split from my daughter's father when she was around 14 only to ‘give it a go again’, hoping this would give her some stability at a time when she seemed to be increasingly ‘going off on one’ – the getting back together didn’t work; only enough that there were two of us to share the ‘she’s not come home yet’ moments which then escalated into losing track of her studies and partying most of the weekend giving herself recovery time mid week (socially this was the late nineties dance-rave peak).<br />I didn’t recognise her and crucially from the little girl I had known any bonding seemed to be rapidly expiring before my eyes. And I did think I had a strong friendship bond with her more than a mother bond at that stage. The partying lasted a few months and her studies started to suffer, she didn’t turn up for her part time job, slept a lot etc.,. I decided to do the talk and said what do you want to do with your life ‘ I don’t know’ was the reply through angry tears, basically I said everybody’s got to do something, and the ‘bank’(any funding I was effectively giving her apart from essential) is now closed.<br /> I know everyone’s experiences are different and yours must be very different from mine. But I wanted to mention the disbelief and worry I felt (for her safety/ where she was heading etc) while at the same time realising an era was ending (for me also). Disbelief and worry, anxious about the transition – just doesn’t cover it! – I didn’t expect that kind of intensity of an 18-19 year old teenage girl (surely I wasn’t that bad?.. Er hmmmm maybe). Then with the same suddenness the intensity dissolved, she stopped being stroppy and got on with her studies and eventually (about a year later, if that) found herself teaching infants (which she loves) and the bond I had with her is there just as strongly, we have differences of opinion and I can still feel the family style tension when this happens but the relationship is more adult. I must say I gritted my teeth as my teenage son hit 18 – he is now 20 and still surgically attached to his computer – different times, different personalities.<br />But from what you have explained in your piece you seem right on the ball,– albeit a different time and different personalities. <br />I hold my hat up to you (and your family)Wendy Hannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265681679905609547.post-47495254017037199192009-12-09T16:27:40.151-05:002009-12-09T16:27:40.151-05:00What a beautiful post. I bet it feels good to have...What a beautiful post. I bet it feels good to have vented.KCLAnderson (Karen)http://www.kclanderson.comnoreply@blogger.com