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Posted on: March 31, 2011

Nicky has his own name registered, too, so he’s thrilled.


Posted on: March 30, 2011

I’ll be moving the blog soon because I wanted a stupid button. I used to be fantastic with html but this css crud confuses me.

Why don’t people ever let up? Nicky had to call me from school what was it, Monday? Or Friday? Those freaky little S.O.B.s were demanding to know what meds he was on. They told him he didn’t have ADHD because he wasn’t hyper. If he weren’t on his meds, the poor kid would never sleep. I told Nicky to tell them that it was none of their business.

One evening, I was watching one of those caught on camera programs. This enraged father boarded a bus and was bellowing at some of those scumbag kids because they were hurting his daughter who had mild Cerebral Palsy, even throwing condoms at the poor girl. But the father was considered the jerk! I’m sorry, I can’t blame the guy. It takes everything I have in me not to go after the beasts that hurt Nicky. There are times I want to teach him how to throw a punch. But he’d be the one who would get the blame because that’s the way it always works.

But regardless of what those creeps say, someday, it’s my son who will be on top. Nicky will rip ’em a new one by being a good person, by living his dreams.

Those nozzles can say what they will, but I’m a heck of a lot stronger than any of them put together, and you had better believe I will not let my son down because one must never cross a mother who loves her child dearly. We are an unbeatable force when need be. And once Nicky heals from his surgery, he wants to join Special Olympics Karate and Soccer, if I can afford it, I’m going to let him, enforcing the fact that martial arts is for defense only. Even just having the knowledge is power. And if he kicks B.T.’s butt. I’ll buy him a Nintendo DS game because that bugger has it coming. I know, bad Mom. Just fed up.

Nicky took a stand. He actually took things on himself, thought things out and sought out help.

First, he had come to me because he wanted to break up with his girlfriend. She was Special Needs, too, but older, and she made him uncomfortable and he indicated that he felt he was too young for what she wanted. (Proud mother moment) I told him that if he didn’t feel right about it, it was good to break things off. He said he didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I advised him to do it gently and just say he wasn’t ready, I told him he could even use me as an excuse if he needed to.

He broke up with her and the first day, she was fine. But the next day, she told him that he had a dark soul. Later, I found out that she started stalking him between classes, etc. trying to pass him notes and all that.

Rather than suffer than silence or hash it out with me, he went down to the office… And my son got results! He saw he wasn’t labeled as a tattle-tale. I’m so proud of him because this is a new thing. Nicky rocks!

You may think i’m an adverage boy that has a different personality… wrong! In 2002 I was diagnosed with autism. I take it vary well. But there is a down side… I have this thing called a texture issue. Any time I tell certain people… they don’t understnd. But I don’t care. Every day and every night I worry about my life. U know how I rock side 2 side? Well that happens every time I hear music. It happens in school 2. And the bullies would laugh, copy me, and call me a retard. But i’m trying 2 build new memories.

I remember when I was 7, I worked with Calories J. Koo- Koo Bum. She would all ways get obsesed over MY weight! I didn’t like it. AND… she would give me diet pop, diet tea, and Crystal Light! And those beavrages have aspotame! And I can’t have asprotame! And she gave em 2 me anyway! And she would allways call me a drama queen! And anytime I would scowel at her… she would think I was powting. And u know how chattey I am? Well thare I would talk talk talk… and they would get anoied with me, They said (If u play the quiet game I’ll give u a cookie.) And I did… I was so gullible back then. They bribed me. But I won the bribe. BUT, I had 2 remind them to give me the cookie. But I’m in theripe so it works.

If my feelings get hurt, I will get over it and move on. I’ve been through too much, I’m a survivor. For Nicky, it’s much more difficult, especially when he sees his mother being insulted. He has the memory of an elephant, and a grudge that a mobster would admire. But it is not amusing, not when it hurts him, too. My poor little guy has had to take too many knocks whether he puts himself out there or not.

To protect the one he admires, I will not use a name. It is not his fault, Nicky’s, nor even mine, though others might want to contradict that. My poor little butterfly was deceived into believing that a “character” was a voice actor. I tweeted to the person, they blocked me, and I got really suspicious, I made the comment that even a celeb should not come between mother and child, someone did some digging and found out that the guy was just someone who was doing RPG and found the real actor.

Nicky was happy at first, but then saw how certain other people butted into the conversation saying not nice things, this upset him horribly. He sees for the nth time, that the other gets sided with. I try to explain the best that I can. And tomorrow, hopefully, I will have a low pain day and we will play and watch TV. He has no school. I will fill his day with as much frolic and fun as I can muster and hopefully that blasted doc will have filled my scrip so I can get downright obnoxious for my son because that’s what he loves and behind closed door, for his eyes only, I don’t have to be high strung and sensible, I can be goofy and funny.

When I was 5, I stayed at the X House, I had Furbies. And I heard a noise. I went upstairs 2 invesigate… And there was Poopey-Head and Doinger Doodle. When I got upstairs I saw Poopey-Head with plyers and Doinger Doodle with a hammer. I said… (What r u doing?) And Poopey-Head said… (Taking care of your pests!) I cried and sobed. At the X House I was molested. But my mom saved me from that situation. When I was 7 I was eating chilly. And I didn’t like it … And she promised me PEZ. But, Ihave a texture issue… And I just stoped eating. Then I got this creepie feeling that I was gonna get hurt! Suprize I saw Mrs.Crazy Pants standing 5.ft away from me. And she ran towereds me… And (SLAP)… She slaped me! I cried. AND u know what… She was pretending that she didn’t do anything!!!!

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