I have one daughter. She is diagnosed with autism as am i, I also run a website and a Facebook group for my blog www.raisingangelicaonthespectrumblog.com. Which provides our perspective on living with ASD and other mental health conditions.
I figured this would be helpful for parents who have children that are always on this game and not know much about it. Even though a lot of parents are watching there children being sucked out of existence and into this game. Trust me I know it too as my own daughter is living the life of roblox and think its her entire universe. You will probably notice as well that the kids are obsessed with the over whelming amount of youtubers that use this game as their money maker. They seem to go hand in hand and together they are the ultimate power couple when it comes to the fans of roblox.
A family duty
March 3rd marked the last day I saw my Grandmother and, it was the day I most regret for not paying as much attention as I could have. She was always passionate when she spoke regardless what it was about, but that day all she talked about was following the instructions. She did not seem to have many confused states over the time she became unwell but this book she preached to me, was something else. I was not sure if the talk was a lecture or a scolding the way her tone kept changing from harsh to soft. I sat and half listened while I day dreamed about what I was going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe a chicken dinner for one or a Chinese for one, I suppose it depends on what's left of my pay check after rent. I also pondered a shopping list carefully deciding on what to sacrifice this time to afford to live. I do know Pebbles my cat is running low on his food so I guess its waffles that are not essential this week.
The school part 4
The school soon decided classes should resume but delay the showcases for a few months, instead our new teacher is wanting us to rehearse a show in memory for Miss Hail. I have been trying to get to grips with the whole routine but even though I am here living my dream, I cannot shake the fear over what happened with Mr Black. On top of that I still have not figured what happened on my first night when I blacked out. Not many students talk to me much but they do talk about me and do not attempt to hide it. I should be more concerned but right now I feel like I'm caught in a whirl wind. Throwing myself into practise as much as I could is the only thing that allows me to stop the anxiety. The bell broke my spell of clarity signalling the end of the day, I purposely hung back to ask the sub if I could practise a little longer. He shrugged and said "knock yourself out, the doors lock in an hour" and wandered off.
The school part 3
The next morning I instantly felt the karma coming at me full force. As soon as my eyes began to stir so did the sickness and the pounding headache. I could only roll myself off the bed and stager to my feet to get to the bathroom in time. The sickness wavered and I managed to use the sink to support myself and caught sight of my clock's reflection in the mirror. I cursed to myself and hurried to dress and freshen up, I packed my bag one handed while using the other to sort my excuse for hair. Giving the map of the school one last check on my wall, I dashed off running as fast as I could across the wooden floors to class. To my dismay the class was well in swing and checking the clock on the far wall , turned out I had missed pretty much all but 10 mins of the whole morning classes. I quickly debated whether to just head to my next one or face the music. Even thought skipping would be an easy option, but I knew I had to be tougher if I got into this school. So here I go, I ripped off the Band-Aid and entered the room ignoring the stares and the sudden collapse of the music.
The school part 2
September 5th, I step out of the taxi and push that moment away and grabbed my suitcase. I began the acescent up the steps to my destiny and glided through the glass doors. The marble floors were magical, and the reception was almost like a palace foyer. I was greeted by a woman who looks like royalty herself. I curtsied trying not to look to common which she met with a smile. "Miss green I assume?" she extended her hand, "yes, that's me". We shook hands and I felt the need to curtesy again and the nerves had well and truly set in. I felt the sweat forming and hoped I had not transferred any to her hand. She let out a little laugh and awkwardly called over a member of staff and wished me luck. I tried to let out a thank you but all that came was sounds I did not know I could make. I burned up feeling ashamed of myself that I acted so abnormal in front of the head of the academy.
The day I got accepted in a ballet school was the start of a dream coming true, but it was also the day my life fell apart and I ended up alone. What a great way to spend my 18th birthday, ultimately getting the best gift ever as well as losing what made me happy before it. I had to cut out a lot of childhood luxury's throughout my life to get to this, the auditions and finally my acceptance letter. My mother was did not approve of this when she realised the sacrifices were growing as I improved. She thought I was paying to high a price for a dream that took years to build but can shatter any moment. And who knows maybe there is true to that, but I want to try with every ounce of strength I have. I am willing to risk it all to see if I make it or break.
Scars they cannot see
Maybe you experience this yourself or know someone who does, maybe you've seen a person who does and may not know they do. Unfortunely in the world we live in now, there are still people who see physical scars and are disgusted. There still people who think it does not need to be done, there are still people who sit wonder why someone just ended their life. There are still people who claim they did not need to do that to themselves and that they were there for them. But in reality maybe they were not there at the right times.
Not your typical gifts guide
So even though at Christmas every one feels the pressures at some point about gift giving. For some its a worry about affordability, is it good enough? or just in general we have no idea what to get. Some where in the middle of all this stress, it is easy to forget that there are no standards and we forget to be grateful for what we get. We worry to much about the reaction than the kindness of the action itself. Then we wonder why the next generation becomes demanding in more, bigger and expensive gifts. Yes this varies from person to person, but we all have those people we come across some where. For me I stick to my own roots, which was to be grateful for what you get and what you have.