You’re not alone.

I grok that.

I used the word “grok” a lot most of my life.  It’s from Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein…a book I read for the first time when I was 13 years old.  Michael Valentine Smith was a Martian..well, he was human but born on Mars and orphaned to be raised by the Martians.  When they brought him back to Earth as an adult, his reactions to Earth mimicked someone diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder.  Instead of teaching him to be Earthling, he taught everyone to be Martian.  The Martian grok translates loosely to “understand”, but to “grok” something was so much more than that, it meant experiencing something through all five senses with empathy, sympathy and unconditional acceptance.

I grok that.

Of course, that was a different life, back when I had the time to read more than the directions on the cold medicine or the latest emails from the school. Being a mom can be like indentured servitude, whether you work outside the home or not.   (I’ll talk about labels and parenting and the mommy wars in a later post, just know I don’t take a side..we ALL work harder than we think we can, whether it’s in the home or not!)

I grok that.

Topics I’ve got slated for posting in the next few weeks include labels and parenting, caregiver self-care, Interrupting the Autism,  teaching self-control and relaxation, how anxiety and fear motivate elopement, and a few other thoughts floating around in my head.  In the future, I will be welcoming guest posts from friends who are interrupting Autism in their homes.  Thank goodness for the internet; we can make connections and be involved in communities without having to get dressed!  I’m blessed to have such a great group of friends on this journey and I cannot wait to share them all with you.

I grok that.

Take a moment today when everyone else is otherwise distracted and safe and make a cup of tea.  Set the timer on your smart phone for 5 minutes.  Sit down in the most comfortable, quiet place you have.  Find your favorite song on YouTube, and spend that 5 minutes breathing.  Just breathe.  Don’t worry, the timer will chime and bring you  back to the rush, but you need this right now.  Just 5 minutes.  Don’t try to meditate or chant.  Just breathe like you were born breathing.  No counting or holding or special noises on exhale.  Just breathe.  It’s only 5 minutes.  The peace you’ve been looking for is already inside you, and you find it 5 minutes at a time.

I grok that.

You’re not alone.

 

 

 

 

 

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