Things are starting to happen, when it comes to my son and getting the help we need taking care of him.
The day between monday and tuesday he slept at this family's place... We know them well and now they are going to be our support family. I guess you have to really be struck to the ground... and shouting for help, before you get it.
We have also gotten in contact with a social worker who is very sweet... She will come to our home now and then to let hubby and I, get some rest.

Today has been a rough day. Thinking, thinking, thinking... talking, talking, talking... trying to come up with more strategies for our son to learn... This is needed to make him function in a better and calmer way. First I saw one special educationist on my own... She's absolutely wonderful! She knows what she's talking about! Felt so good throwing thoughts and ideas between the two of us. It was draining being there, but I felt better having some new things to work with.
Then I took my son to the library in town to see my special educationist. (I collect special educationists ) It felt so good hearing her say, that I've already come a long way coping with the knowledge about my own asperger and fighting to learn more about myself and how to walk forward in life. Sometimes it's pretty hard seeing any progress... but yes... it's there! I've managed to stop myself from doing a few things, that very easily could become like an obsession to me. I'm learning to say- STOP- to myself... I'm also learning how to force myself to do things, that I might see as big mountains.

I have to show you my very NOT beautiful creation... I made it last sunday... Well... it's not fancy... but it can be used!

My very own design of a boxing ball... unexpensive! The "strategi" is written on the small poster... for my son to read over and over again. This way he'll hopefully learn to hit the boxing ball instead of hitting his sister and us. It's written as a so called "social story".


Well... here's a pic of the small award system we use... He gets a small picture of Super Mario each day he behaves in morning... from waking up until he's in school. Then when the document in which I put the pics are full, I will print it out for him. He's sister has got the same thing...


This is a schedule of how my son's week is like... day by day. What will happen... When... With whom... etc.

These things are hanging on our son's door.

I want to say- thank you- to those of you who have supported me with your words! I need you, guys!
This will be a loooooooooong process... with a lot of ups and downs...

My energy has come back a bit... right now... Hopefully both my hubby, our daughter and I will feel stronger and more energetic... now when things finally are strating to happen.

I've finally accepted the fact, that I've got asperger's disorder. To live over 30 years and in most of these years wondering what was different with me, and to suddenly get a diagnosis... that's tough! But now I'm starting to see it all, in another light. I'm on my way!