A Blog Dedicated to Parental Angst and Other Tales of Woe. From The Last of a Dying Breed - a Proud City Dweller Who Has Kids.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Intro.

OK, so this is my first time posting anything. I hope it works. Damb, does this thing have a spell check? I hope so. If not, forgive my horrid spelling. Oh, there's the spell check. Never mind.

So I want to write about my life, and my kids. Basically my kids (at least for now). I have 2 kids, boys, ages 5 and 10. The 10 year old is amazing: he's bright, hard working, studious, sensitive, handsome. A complete catch. My little one is who troubles me the most. How can I put it - he's a pistol. A complete character. He's adorable, and funny, and smart as a whip. But he's difficult, and can be exhausting, and negative, and nasty. He might be AD/HD, but I'm not totally sure. Sometimes I don't know how to deal with him and it makes me very upset. Depressed even.

I come from a family with some severe mental illness. My mother is bi-polar and my brother has Aspergers Syndrome (we think). Consequently, when my son acts up, I become terrified. Sometimes I don't know if I am perceiving him in a tainted way, or if I'm on target. I guess that's what I am hoping to accomplish here. I want to put down my thoughts to gain some clarity. If anyone out there is interested, or can relate, I would love some feedback.

I imagine other agendas will come up, other then my son. But for now this seems to be prominent on my mind, and seems to be affecting me the most. I worry a lot, become overwhelmed easily, and frankly become a bit obsessed with it all. I am hoping this blog will help clam my nerves a bit, clear my head, and help me gain some perspective.

In editing this post (for the 3ed time) I forgot to mention that not only am I a mom, but a social worker as well. I actually have a small private practice where I provide therapy to people who have problems. Funny - You would think I have all the answers then, huh. Well, guess again. I find many of the people in my line of work are the most troubled of all. But with my knowledge of 'mental health', and my neurotic outlook on parenthood and life, I hope to provide some interesting, engaging and possibly amusing monologues.

Comments are totally welcome.

1 Comments:

Blogger Misnomer said...

2 boys... I pity you. Not that having a son is a bad thing. But being the only boy I still pity my mother. We're just prone to being energetic handfuls. But, you'll always be in great shape running them down.

7:58 PM

 

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