tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403865598460728065.post3955081463378112809..comments2023-10-03T12:24:27.291-04:00Comments on Rainmom: my causejen graberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10076101215607475480noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403865598460728065.post-81415184598045933142009-09-05T16:25:46.399-04:002009-09-05T16:25:46.399-04:00Autism isn't a cause...it a life. You congreg...Autism isn't a cause...it a life. You congregate with others and share your life in faith...is that a "cause"? Just because people gather together to share with one another their lives, their experiences of what works and doesn't work, school issue, legal issues or just how thye are doing today doesn't mean they are waving an "Autism Flag"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403865598460728065.post-70493144593005242292009-09-03T16:57:00.564-04:002009-09-03T16:57:00.564-04:00We all need somebody sometimes. And sometimes it ...We all need somebody sometimes. And sometimes it helps to be someone not only who is willing to be there but also someone who "gets it". It doesn't mean it's the biggest issue in the world, but it may be what needs the most attention in your life at this point in time.<br /><br />MBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403865598460728065.post-26322333989003102002009-09-03T06:59:28.466-04:002009-09-03T06:59:28.466-04:00I never joined a juvenille arthritis group because...I never joined a juvenille arthritis group because I didn't want to become like a woman I used to know whose whole life was consumed her child's deafness. I wanted arthritis to be just one part of our very full family life, a part we could choose to ignore sometimes. Turns out it consumed us anyway, and I have wondered if I would have had more of the information that I needed if I had allowed myself to get to know a person or two who was obsessive about their child's arthritis, who made it their business to learn everything about it, to know more than our doctor knew, more than anyone could stand listening to, who knew even the whacko stuff. Maybe it wouldn't have helped. Maybe I would have run from them if I had in fact met them. But I can't help but wonder.Marilyn Mc.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403865598460728065.post-527769514799265012009-09-02T21:02:13.303-04:002009-09-02T21:02:13.303-04:00Yikes! Tough stuff. I understand this. I had a v...Yikes! Tough stuff. I understand this. I had a very tense place in my interview at unnamed graduate school where a certain unnamed party was suggesting that perhaps I didn't have enough experience with mental illness.... maybe I was shallow about it because I didn't have a seriously depressed family member like him/her.... I just buttoned up.... <br /><br /> The personal side of my dissertation is just way to personal....! And, I certainly didn't want to throw it down like some sort of trump card. <br /><br />I think it might be a Midwest thing.....<br /><br />This blog though really blows this all out of the water, Jenn. It is really very, very excellent and you would be a fool not to realize that.<br /><br /><br /><br />JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com