Happy Mother's Day

One thing about parenting an Autistic person that no one tells you about is all the holidays you will miss. I never had my son wake up at the crack of dawn thrilled to open his Christmas gifts. Or hear the crinkle of cellophane as the Easter Bunny creeps into his room with a massive basket. It's not that we didn't do lavish gifts that an only child experiences. It's that he didn't notice and didn't care that much about it.

My sweet boy. 
I knew something was "different" about him even at this age. 

When he was little, Daddy took over the job of making him do my card and a gift for Mother's Day. But now that he's 32 that's gone with the wind. Don't get me wrong. My husband still treats me like a QUEEN every day and especially on Mother's Day. Because he knows that's something I'll never get from our son. Not for a single day. Not my birthday, not Mother's Day. My mother also always gets me a Mother's Day gift because she knows I'm a good mom and that my son won't do anything to mark the day.

 

 He still is this brave. 
I am proud of him every day. 
Well... almost every day.
 

There will be no "taken out to lunch" by my son. No flowers. No card. Maybe he'll remember and I'll get a text saying "Happy Mother's Day." But that's if I'm lucky. 

My sweet mom and amazing husband do their best to fill in the gap, but it's still a loss that I feel every year. It's one of the glaring moments that shine a light on the challenges of being Autistic. I honestly feel worse for him than I do myself. He's missing out. Missing out on the closeness that other's take for granted. It's just him. Alone. In his own world.

When he was little I once told him that I constantly feel like I'm holding onto a rope that's tied around his waist and I'm pulling him back to the "real world" for fear that if I let go he will completely slip into his own dimension in his head. He agreed that that's exactly what it felt like for him too.

 

Monterey is still his favorite place. 
We need to plan a trip and go soon.

His novels actually explore that theme very well.

But again, it's all about him. 

You share a life when you have a child. Not to share that life, but to still have them physically there is both odd and upsetting. I do a good job of trying to always see things through his eyes. But once in a while that is hard to do. Like on special holidays.

Now that he's an adult I never expect him to participate in family events. I let him know what we're doing and make the offer. But usually it's too crowded, loud and busy for him. Even with headphones and his laptop with him. I get it. Again, from his point of view. But as a mother, of course I would love to have my son there. I'm proud of him. He's an amazing person. I wish more people knew just how amazing he is.

But I'm the one holding the rope. In reality it's always been just him and me. And I'm sure it will be that way until the day I'm no longer here. 

No Stress, Just Play

My husband and I attended our first Indian wedding this weekend. The best thing about it was that it was a bubble in time. Everyone was so colorful. The music was fun and forced you to dance (as much as I could.) Getting all dressed up in brand new... everything made me feel like a little kid again playing "dress up." It was a joyful celebration and we were honored to be included.

 

It is so easy to let fear and rage take over my life these days. Between sickness, my mitochondrial dysfunction and the obvious... politics, it felt like my brain just slipped into a warm bath. I felt rejuvenated and hopeful. Nothing is better than the celebration of love.

 

My mom commented that she's never seen my husband look so happy as he did in the photos from the wedding. I have to agree. Its been a long time since I saw him smile that big and let loose. There wasn't even alcohol. He was just really that happy. I love it.

I danced too much and paid the price, but it was worth it. It felt so good to get out there and move to the music. I miss that. And I can't remember the last time my husband and I danced with each other. Moments like that are sacred.

As the world surrounds us with hatred and chaos it was good to remember that there's still love. People still falling in love. Having parties. Dancing. Eating cake. Coming home from the hospital (* YAY MOM!) Kissing, hugging, making art, taking trips, watching puffy clouds that look like animals. Life is still magical. I just have to pay attention and celebrate being alive.

2026 Has Been Rough

Last week my mom was in the hospital for her heart. She seems to have a medical crisis every year, but this one was by far the scariest. Well, that's not true. In the moment they are ALL terrifying. But this one was the closest to death I think she has come. I was sure she was going to die. I'm not ready for that yet. Not ready to lose her from my life forever. But will I ever be? I'm sure no.

This year has been crap for me medically as well.

 

 Eye infection in January. Starting the year off with a BANG.

 

Bad pink eye in February. Yes, it spread to the other eye. 

 

Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) in March. The fun just keeps coming.

Hives that pop up after compression, touching grass, hay or my dog's claws. Or just because.

 

My fingernail strangely lifting up off my nail bed (2 of them.)

In April I had another round of pink eye. But I didn't take any pictures this time. This will have to do...

Now it's May and I woke up with thrush yesterday. Fuck my life. 

This is a great reminder for me.

 

I had some labs done recently since I told my doctor I've been obviously have immune problems. 

She's referred me to a rheumatologist. I haven't seen one since 2018 (when I also had positive labs) and it wasn't a great experience. They thought I had Rheumatoid arthritis (RA), but it ended up being Mitochondrial Myopathy. I was put on medication that just made my symptoms much much worse (plaquenil) for RA. So needless to say I'm nervous about it.

 

Next week I'm seeing a neurologist for the second opinion about my "silent seizures." Does she agree that I have them?

 

Then comes the ENT to review treatments for my right year that likes to plug up on me for days on end when the pressure changes.

 

Also the gynecologist to talk about possible HRT to help my post-menopausal symptoms.

 

In the meantime I'm hoping to get my referral for Botox for migraines. I've been fighting with them about that since November. 

 

And people like to ask what I do with "all my free time." The answer is I don't have any. 

I feel like I don't even have enough to do art, When I'm not doing all this I'm trying to keep up with my precious pups, the house or with the people I love.  Of course I also spend a huge chunk of my day unconscious.

 

So yeah. 2026 has been kicking my butt.  

 

Feelin Groovy

My eyes are finally better. It took the eyedrops, ointment and an antibiotic to finally help. Jeeeeze. Something is definitely up with my immune system. But more on that later. 

What I really want to talk about is how great my Vegan diet is going. Here's the thing. I was Vegan for two years solid a very long time ago. My first year in grad school actually. I went Vegan for emotional reasons. Because I love animals and care about their welfare. I also love the planet and I know how harmful factory farm meat production is. 

Oatmeal with pumpkin seeds, flax and pumpkin pie spice.

I also had blueberries, but I took this picture before I added them. 

It was very delicious and filling.

As I said, I was Vegan for two years. Then it just stopped working for me. I was craving meat all the time. I caved and had a burger and then just slid back into a regular American diet.

This time I'm going Vegan for me. Yes, for the animals and planet too. But number one for me. That's my theme this year. Me first.

I don't think my body does well processing animal proteins. I've suspected as much since first going on the "short chain fatty acid" diet where I cut out a ton of animal protein. 

I used AI to help me come up with a meal plan tailored to meet the demands of my mitochondria. Foods that are top tier helpful. Shocker... they're all Vegan. Leafy greens, nuts & seeds and berries.

This was one of my favorite things I've had so far.

Cubed and roasted sweet potatoes on the bottom. Black beans, mixed baby greens, tomatoes, avocado, pumpkin seeds and a simple lemon oil dressing. Delicious!

I wanted to know if I cut out ALL animal protein if my body would do even better?

I'm on week two now. Last week I was down for the count because of my eye. Now I'm on major antibiotics, so it's hard to tell. My energy is about the same, but my muscles do seem better. What has made a huge difference is my stomach feels much better and my bowels are starting to become regular. Again, that could be from the antibiotics too, so I can't say for sure yet. 

I've been drinking a ton of lemon water. 

I replaced my morning coffee with Matcha, honey and oatmilk.

Here I'm having a simple smoothie with pea protein, oat milk, blueberries, a banana and spinach.

Ethically I feel much better. My heart feels lighter. There's so much ugliness in the world right now that I feel strongly about spreading love, peace and compassion anywhere I can. And not contributing to the suffering of animals through thoughtful consumption of not just food, but anything that uses and abuses animals is important to me. Very important.

My treat. Anything above 70% dark cocoa.
This was very delicious. 

I'll report back how or if the Vegan diet is helping my mitochondrial disease symptoms regularly. 

What Matters Most

Time is a finite resource. It's vital to make the most of it. And I don't mean I should be rushing to get as much done as possible. But I can use some help prioritizing what is most important in my life and spending my time there.

I'm feeling medical burnout. Even though I have an EEG scheduled for tomorrow to check into the whole "You're having silent seizures" news. This year I really don't want to prioritize medical care. Endless appointments where everyone says the same thing and it doesn't help much. 

I'm also feeling done with spending time with certain people. Like my in-laws. As much as I love them, I just don't want to spend time with them. I don't particularly enjoy their company and they don't have much to add to my life. In fact, they feel like work.

The only person who is work who gets to stay in my life is my son. That's it. I have no time or energy for anyone extra.

I spent a lot of time with friends this year. More than I can remember for ages. It was helpful to weed out who adds to my life and who doesn't. Everyone has hard times and good. I don't expect rainbows and sunshine constantly. But I want an overall positive reciprocal relationship with my friends.

So with all of this in mind. Here are my priorities for how to spend my time this year.

2026

1. Taking care of myself. Mentally and physically. Yoga, swimming, dancing, moving, sleeping. Doing what I need to do to feel good and be happy with myself.
   
   
2. Spending time with my mom, my dogs and my husband. Enjoying them and just living life together.
   
   
3. ART. Being committed to spending time on my art, whatever that looks like. Clay, doodles, painting, henna, crafting, drawing...
   
   
4. Live my values and drop people who don't share them. Animal welfare, feminist issues, slow fashion, commitment to people I love. All of these things matter a lot to me. I don't have time for people who live their lives blindly.
   
   

My mother just threw me the absolute best 53rd birthday party. It was women only and filled with such positive energy. I could tell we were all very thirsty for such an occasion. It was also an excellent way to start off a fresh new year. Showing me the potential of all of the women in my life and how powerful we all are together.

More of that this year please!

TWO CAKES!!!

What 53 looks like