Our grandson has his "little" Big Wheel. He insisted that I ride on it as well! That was an interesting sight.
Since my last post, I have cut yet another finger on the same food processor blade, left in about the same place on the counter! It now sits safely (?) in the food processor instead of on the counter. Same day of the week, same people present, same function of cleaning the counter.
in the nail is not as long...
Our grandson is saying more words, and we chuckle at how much he loves life and family. Our granddaughter starts kindergarten tomorrow, and my daughter-in-law gave the thumbs up for me to accompany them on her first day. It is hard to keep up with all the changes.
But, for those with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), living with constant change is also hard to keep up with. Two of the clients I see in my office have DID. It is a disorder that, for some, is frightening because of the switching that occurs without warning. For others, it seems not to be so fear producing. Neither is right nor wrong....just different. Mental illness presents itself in as many different ways as there are people with a diagnosis. I see the frustration and anguish in their eyes and on their faces as they switch in front of me, and try to account for lost time and lost sense of identity. There is hope, but this takes a great deal of time.
Unfortunately, there is still a lot of controversy about this diagnosis. I want to learn as much as I can about this disorder so I am in the process of studying and learning more about DID. Several books have been helpful...Sybil, When Rabbit Howls, Switching Time, and More Than One. I am continually seeking articles and books to continue to educate myself in this area.
There is hope.