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Flying School

Flying School

Today was Jax’s first day of summer school (ESY for you special education people). He hasn’t been in a school setting for about a year because some medical issues snowballed with his anxiety, which resulted in the school district sending a...
Monopoly

Monopoly

My son, Jax, is obsessed with Monopoly Junior. He thinks it is the best game ever invented, which let’s be honest, is slightly unfortunate for those of us around him. We play it after dinner, before breakfast, on the iPad. It’s a lot of Monopoly Junior. I feel like I...
I’ll Trade You Some Spark for a Zoloft. Whaddya Say?

I’ll Trade You Some Spark for a Zoloft. Whaddya Say?

“How is Jax’s anxiety medicine working?” I nodded over to my son. See for yourself. The prior sessions with Jax’s trauma counselor involved a lot of attempts to manage my son as he darted, verbally and physically, from topic to topic, corner to corner. He tried...
What’s up, Time. Wanna Race?

What’s up, Time. Wanna Race?

Like I do every morning, I dropped off Jax at school today.  They have it down. You enter from the north, pull around to the back doors, school staff meet you at your car, “Bye, Have a Rockstar Day, Love you,” and off you drive out the west entrance. The...
Prozac On My Mind.

Prozac On My Mind.

My son has anxiety. I feel like I should emphasize that a bit more. My son has ANXIETY. Bold, capitalized anxiety. Like the proverbial monkey on his back, it’s always there.  Sometimes it hovers at the edges, just barely noticeable through my son’s...