A Series of Unfortunate Events

One simple act; that’s all is started out as.  Taking the dog to the dog wash. A new to us location; it had several factors that made it inviting to check out. Then again, if you think about our fur baby, you realize that this is not a “simple act”.

He is 50 pounds of pure muscle packed into a body that doesn’t even come up to your knees.  We don’t know much about his past life as we adopted him;we  do know that he is deaf. If you can picture Autism in a dog…..this is our Boss.

He loves car rides!  Show him keys and an open door, he’s ready to go.  If we had the Jetson’s car with a 360 degree window, he would be in love and I would not feel so pounced on.  You must, MUST have windows down!  You will have him on a leash as well, for his safety and your peace of mind.

That may be your only peace, after that he is a bundle of energy that wants to check anything, everything, and everyone out.  If you are the one holding the leash, you now have a task that resembles stopping a runaway horse while sitting still.

My oldest Aspie son was driving; he will be the first to admit that he is topographically challenged.  His girlfriend was sitting in the passenger seat. She is also challenged in this same way. If they ever go on a road trip together, there will be hourly check ins along with tracking. LOL

I volunteered to sit in the back seat of my son’s 4 door Ford Focus with the dog, the leash, the windows. A soda cup from earlier was left in the cupholder plus my phone was charging up front. I thought we were prepared.

We were not even out of the driveway and Boss was already scoping everything out.  First the back window, then both back seat windows, now to the front.  He stepped on my phone without an issue but M was worried what his weight would do if he stepped on it again.  So he moved to the soda cup, asking if I’d want it.  He noticed after that, Boss had poked hole in it.  The answer became a definite no.  Now, remember, I am the wrestling with the 50 pounds of mass joyfully promenading around waving his jowls at any driver that passes us on either side of the car. I cannot see the front seat, especially in the dark.

It was not until 15 minutes later, halfway to or destination, that M’s girlfriend realized my phone was “wet”.  That, my dear people, was an understatement.  Remember that empty soda cup?  Yes, you have it right.  It became empty once the hole was created and all that glorious liquid poured itself into the newly formed Ford Reservoir where it was held safely by the preformed rubber walls.

Ahhh….it died a glorious death.  Well…maybe not totally.  We were able to resurrect it enough (thankully) to get all information off and do factory reset before sending it back.  My plus to all of this is that the replacement thru Asurion was actually an upgrade.

Dog is clean; so is the cupholder.  Phone is replaced and we’re back to our definition of normal……whatever that may be.  LOL



We have been blessed by great people and wonderful connections. One if them is the partnership we have with a local magazine called Metro Family.  It is a free publication with stories, event listings, and resources in and around the Greater Oklahoma City metro area.  

In a combined effort to strengthen up their online special needs section, our AutismOklahoma Writer’s Group participants take turns submitting stories for publication. 

Here is the newest online article from the AutismOklahoma Writer’s Group. Please take a moment to read it. 

 We hope you enjoy them.   

If you have any questions about the Writers Group, you can email Debra@Autismoklahoma.org. 

Hopes & Dreams




Most people start out with a thought. That thought becomes a dream  Once the ream becomes reality, there is hope that it will succeed to some level.  That level, of course, depends on how much effort you put in.  For some of us, life gets in the way and takes over and the dream stumbles. It takes a back seat to what has to be done now.

As you can see by my blog, life has been busy.  Once the boys graduated, I thought I would have “all” this free time on my hands to relax and finally “do for me”.   That was my first mistake.  There were several more mistakes to follow, some self-induced. If we didn’t make mistakes, how could we learn (or have fun)??

It’s only been recently that several friends that, after finding out I have one, have encouraged me to get it back going.  So, here I am. Setting a new goal.  Hoping to balance some stories, some laughter, hopefully not too many tears, and links to stories that we’ve been able to share with others.

This is my continuing story as living in a life with children on the Spectrum (Autism/Asperger’s).

Lost Chances

God’s gifts, but mankind’s choices.

As I look through things that I have gone through in my life, I see how God was in every part. I see how he worked on forming and molding me, even though I had no clue at the time. Even after having children, as I saw the challenges that they faced, part of me craved for respite; part of me did what needed to be done. He was still molding me.

As they got older and I became more involved in church, it started to form. Through elementary, I stayed focus on what was already formed. I didn’t rock the boat. My oldest had received his first diagnosis in 1st Grade; the next diagnosis in 3rd. My youngest received his diagnosis much later and after a lengthy struggle to find the right doctor who could see what was there. After a 5 year and 3 evaluation struggle, my youngest received his diagnosis in the middle of 7th Grade.

By this point, the Youth Pastor was really encouraging me to spread my wings more and move over to the Jr/Sr Ministry. I had been with the elementary age for over 5 years and he had seen me spread my wings there. We talked, prayed, and decided I would take the summer to pray over it. I wanted to make sure I was making the move because God wanted me to make the move……not because I wanted to. I knew if the decision was right what direction I wanted to go…..but I also wanted to make sure that God wanted me there.

Summer came to an end; so did my prayer time. Meeting time was upon us and my decision was made. Yes I would but on the basis that I would lead a Special Needs D-Group, Discipleship Group. It started on Sunday evenings only. Grew to Wednesday evenings a year later. Not long after that, Sunday mornings as well. That was approx. 2009.

Changes in leadership…closer to home or farther up. Changes in volunteers. Who stays, who goes. All these are natural….a part of church life. What you don’t expect….what you hope you wouldn’t have to see….are the lost chances that are created by lack of information/knowledge/empathy.

The push for “inclusion”, for “unity” has become so great (and don’t get me wrong, it IS a great idea and LONG overdue)…….but when the push becomes so great that the individual and/or the individual’s needs have been forgotten or pushed aside…..then something needs to be re-examined. When that push becomes so hard that it becomes a “lost chance”……then something is wrong.

I am not judging; that is not my intent. I am saying that I feel re-examination needs to occur. Who knows….maybe at this point, the re-examination needs to be within me. Where does God want me to be? …………………………………………..