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If you are looking for something to do with your autistic child for Halloween, why not have your own Halloween event? You know best how to create situations that are comfortable for your child. There is also a good chance that other parents who have children that are autistic would want to join in the fun. Instead of working around autism for Halloween, why not work with it? Use what you know about your child and autism to help him or her enjoy this holiday.

Host a themed costume party. When you host a themed costume party, you or your child can pick the theme so you can make it as friendly as you like. For instance, you might host a DC comic character party or a Sesame Street character party. You know what the characters of your theme entail, so use what you know to create an event that will make children with autism feel at ease.

Make decorations part of the event. For children with autism, walking into an unfamiliar atmosphere can be intimidating and might even bring on a feeling of resistance. If you make decorating part of the event itself, the children won't be walking into unfamiliar territory. Instead, they will be creating their own fun zone.

Make texture-friendly, solid dishes. Since a large part of the autistic tendencies involve very finicky eating habits, you may even want to contact the parents of the other guests to learn about their needs, or invite them to bring dishes of their own. Texture is often the problem with foods, as well as shape and the combination of foods, whether by accident or not. Foods that are not completely solid tend to run into other foods on a plate and should be avoided.

Invite people who share your concerns about autism. This party is being held because your child needs to be able to have fun on Halloween while still acknowledging the tendencies of autism. The last thing you need is someone who wants to debate the details. I base these statements on my own experience with children who have autism, as well as their parents. Though an outside viewpoint may be right on and useful to you, a cheerful event is not the place for the kind of debates that can result from the tenderness of this topic.
























Let's face it, from the time we are very young it seems as if everyone else is more interested in our lady parts than we are. From curious pre-pubescent boys to an entire collection of male government officials who seem to think we don't have enough sense to manage our own vaginas.

Because of this interest and mismanagement, we have limited choices when it comes to what happens to our own bodies. So, when someone points out that if you happen to be able to manage medical issues, you should probably avoid using tools that make them worse, it's time to use the very few tools that are offered to you.

The FDA has "discouraged" using these devices but that doesn't stop medical professionals from doing so and it doesn't help women who don't know any better.

If you have had fibroids removed using this mechanism or you are about to go through this procedure, stay informed and get help. You shouldn't have to trade off one painful issue for an even worse one that could be fatal. Visit the American Recall Center to learn about the resources available to you.


Today wasn't so great, but it was a much better day than some moms had. My hands hurt from typing so much and I'm irritated with a few things, but all of that kind of dissolved when I gave myself a reality check. It started with a simple article.

My Childhood Was a Fairy Tale
I've gone out of my way to raise my son better than I was raised. I didn't know much love and I knew a lot of different types of abuse, but today I read about a boy, now a very successful man, who made my childhood look like a fairy tale. My guess is that even the author of "My Name is Dave" would have felt like childhood may not have been so bad in comparison. I know I cried for an hour over it.

I won't link to it because you'll have nightmares after reading the report, but I will say to hug your babies tight tonight and let them know you love them and that their existence matters, which brings me to the article that made me sit down and think for a minute.

In case you're interested, Dear White Moms is a personal eye opener, or it should be. It took me out of my comfort zone for a minute.

It's Still Racist Here
All this time I've been thinking how glad I am that I live in a small community and how thankful I am that things here have changed over the years. The KKK used to have a lot of say around here and if you thought you were going to move into this community without white skin, you had one hell of a bonfire to look forward to and it wasn't the kind that involved beer and brats.

It's not like that anymore, but traces of the stupidity of racism still linger. My son's experience reminded me of just that.

One day a few years back I was driving my son home from school. He told me he had made a new friend and that he befriended her primarily because no one else was and he felt bad for her. What he said next almost made me wreck the truck.

My son explained to me that during their conversation the little girl told him that she hated the school. When he asked why, she said it was because some kids had told her "this school is for whites" and she wasn't white.

My son, perplexed, said he he responded with "but President Lincoln took care of all that" ...and I damn near drove off the road.

For him, it really was that simple. I'm not racist and we don't hang around with anyone that is, so he had no concept that racism was even a thing. To him, the slaves were freed and Boom! all was well.

We wish.

Do we have to worry about riots here? Probably not. I don't even know of anyone being killed by the police here...ever. But this, this is where it starts, with a small child learning that there is some risk of rejection or danger in some way just because of her skin color.

White Privilege=Right to Live
When I clicked on Dear White Moms, I was prepared for the usual white privilege stuff. I certainly don't feel very privileged, but then I'm not on that side of the coin. My son is blonde haired and blue eyed. I can't even imagine a world where I fear for his life just because he dared to walk down a street in a suburb. You see the level of difference here?

My hands hurt and I'm irritable, but I'm able to tuck my son in tonight. Mike Brown's mom is just trying to imagine doing that, or imagine what her grandchildren or daughter-in-law might have been like. Maybe she even daydreams about watching Mike stroll across the stage to get his graduate degree. But that's all she has now, just daydreams.

I don't give a shit if he robbed a store and I don't care what kind of a reputation he had. He was walking down the street, armed with a cigar. There was zero reason to even talk to him as an officer. An officer started this altercation and he certainly finished it and sadly, he's only one of many.

It's bad enough that our country has turned into such a police state that old ladies are getting their Depends frisked, do we really have to make it worse with this race stupidity?

Tell you what, here's about all I can do from where I am:

If you're racist, exclude yourself from my life.

If you think using the "N" word makes you look tough, know that I think you look like a dumbass and it doesn't matter what color you are. That word and others like it have never been allowed in my home and they never will. They don't empower you, they make you look stupid...not ignorant, stupid. Learn the difference.

Some of you will hate it, but I will continue to post things on here and my Facebook wall concerning this kind of stupidity because people need to see what's going on. It's not okay for a word like "privilege" to indicate that you can safely walk down a street without being harassed or killed by the people whom you pay to protect you and the rest of your community.

There are some really bad, really evil people in this world. You don't have to be one of them and if you sit by silently and watch, you're just as bad as they are.