Hugs!!

Thanks for the words of kindness. It’s always nice to know we’re not alone.

Now I feel compelled to check out your blog and see what it’s like.

Thanks for leaving a comment on here!

I love it!

I think we all just get worn down and have little “losing it” moments. I hope one day I can call a timeout before I get to that point. But I’m Type A, so it’s unlikely. I always try to do too much.

You’re both doing the best you can, sometimes you just need to escape into a burrito of covers. *shrug* It does feel safer, and I don’t know why.

a hubby AND a teen with ADD? You can see it right now but I’m shuddering.

How do you cope with the forgetfulness? I’ve learned to cope with having to try to get Tim’s attention a few times (he learned to concentrate by literally blocking everything else out) but the spaciness drives me up the wall. I know it’s not his fault, so I try not to snap at him.

Glad you posted it. Glad to feel less lonely. I hope you feel less lonely too.

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

Thanks for the encouragement. It was just what I needed to hear.

Then we’re able to talk about it or ask for help (or *demand* it) but until then we’re too busy being superhuman to stop for a second.

And the hardest kind of disability in many ways is the “invisible” one. If you’re in a wheelchair or missing a limb or have a guide dog everybody realizes you have limitations and they look to you for just what those limitations are. When you look “normal” suddenly you should be keeping up with *their* standard and anything less is slacking or goldbricking.

Uh, no. But they can’t put themselves in your place. You look fine, so you must really be fine (maybe just a little tired). They don’t have a clue about what exhaustion is really like.

And I totally relate to the salsa. I can think of lots of times I’ve paid extra for something I really needed just because I couldn’t force myself to go to yet another store.

You’re completely right about the thinking. It’s just I worry that in the meantime he’ll commit himself to something he can’t get out of. But I need to stop being such a control freak and, so long as he doesn’t sign anything without some critical thought, realize that everyone comes to decisions on their own.

I’m a little extra gun-shy though because he racked up tons of student debt going to a technical college for computers — only to find he didn’t actually like it much and really couldn’t afford the certification tests. He should have done more research/moved to AZ and gotten residency. But he’s calmer nowadays and so long as he doesn’t put anything in writing, I should let him go at his own pace.

Also, I totally know about picky. Tim is very picky about a few things. Granted, then I’m expense-causing because I don’t eat red meat, only poultry. So I guess he and I are both just human.

And “The J”

I had to laugh about the public transportation. Very true, I’m sure.

I think every so often I just have to have a small pity-party. I then finally talk to Tim about things that have been bothering me. I’m trying to learn to do it before the breakdown. But we humans are creatures of habit. So, baby steps.