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A Reality of Grief and Autism

A Reality of Grief and Autism

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.

Two Steps Ahead

Two Steps Ahead

After doing therapy for some time, it didn’t take me long to feel that I was involved in some kind of game as a therapist.  I began to feel like I was on candid camera or I was part of a mass prank.

REALITY, AND THE BRUTAL FACTS

REALITY, AND THE BRUTAL FACTS

ou can't overcome anxiety, addiction or depression without allowing yourself to, first, go outside of the box... a bunch.  People often emotionally limp into my office and look at me as if I have all the answers, thinking I have some magic word/pill that will set them on their feet again - without their effort.

Peace Be The Journey: Introducing Krista Thomas, RP

Peace Be The Journey: Introducing Krista Thomas, RP

When I think about who I am as a therapist and why I decided to pursue this wonderful and wacky helping profession, there are three memories that seem to encapsulate something that is very difficult to put into words.