Eye Surgery and Asking for Help

This last week I have been rather MIA.  My apologies.

My husband is away on business in Europe (this time without me, boo!), and I threw my back out last weekend, which meant I was laying in bed.  In pain.

Then on Monday, my good friend Megan - single mom to a darling 8 year old boy with Autism - came to stay with me for a few days while she recovered from her cornea transplant surgery.  Yes TRANSPLANT SURGERY. 

Having Megan here was great, but getting her here took some convincing.  (I hear you gasping - "What?  An autism-mom who doesn't know how to ask and receive help?!!" - shocking, I know.)

You see she had surgery a week (or more) before she came, and after her surgery she actually popped the stitches out (OMG talk about pain!), and had a second surgery. 

How did she pop the stitches?  By doing too much.  By continuing on with regular life and not putting her own needs first because she didn't know what to ask for - what exactly she needed people to do for her.  And when she thought about it, it sounded ridiculous to ask someone to feed her dog - or her son.  She could do those things herself, and did, but it cost her.  And I can relate - I have been in that same boat. 

Ok, not the eye surgery boat exactly, but I've needed help and was uncomfortable about telling people in plain English what I needed. 

So when I sat down to write a post for Friendship Circle last week, that was on my mind - asking for what you really need when you need it.  And accepting that help.

Here is the post I wrote for them last week - I hope you will all take a step back and think about how many times you have needed help, and refused to ask.

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I have many friends – some who have special needs kids and some who do not – and often times I think they are at a loss for what to say or do for me during one of the many crises our family has.

When my son is struggling at school, or when my husband and I are fighting because we cannot seem to find a single second alone to speak about something other than the kids, or like last Spring when we were forced to hospitalize my oldest son, I find myself on the phone with one of my girlfriends venting, crying, and just letting it all out.
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