If you are the parent or caretaker of someone with autism, you may be like me and must fight off resentful feelings at every turn. I’ll admit, by nature, I tend to hold grudges. Maybe it was the way I grew up. Maybe it’s something in my brain…in my Dinna (DNA) as the wife puts it. Whatever the cause, I’ve had to fight off the unhealthy craving to harbor resentments for most of my life.
For “Real” eyes only…
My father-in-law (one of my dearest friends) is slipping in and out of consciousness and is confused, gasping for air, has swollen feet and the like. All signs that Heaven is beckoning him home, soon. I wish I could say that I was there for him, but the reality of having a severely special needs child prevents this from being true.
The other day I had someone very close to me look at me and say “it’s one thing to work with those types of people [transgenders], but it’s another thing to hire them.” I looked at her in amazement and said, “I think that’s exactly what the whites said about the blacks in years gone by (and even now still unfortunately). I told her it’s racist, sexist people like her that light a fire under me to hire more….people.
Yesterday, I was thinking about why people become addicted. Don’t remember where I heard this, but while thinking of this, something I learned years ago came back to me. When we seek refuge in drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, love or whatever the addiction may be, we are attempting to satisfy one (or all) of these three needs: