It was a rough week mentally. At work I finally finished up the two big jobs that kept me busy for the last couple months. On Monday I got to relax. By Tuesday however, Jon passed off a “fun” job. A Flash animation which should of been fun but for some reason I began to get anxious about it.
I couldn’t eat breakfast in the mornings over it. I felt the same way I did after 9-11. My stomach in a knot and no appetite. I can only explain it as chemical, I went out of whack. Now I am not out of the woods yet. I will probably find out on Tuesday that it sucks and that I suck. On Monday I am in training all day which is an anxiety attack in itself. The training is on communication. Jon who went on Friday said it was kind of intersting with only one role playing (what I am most anxious over).
On Thursday I was ready to throw in the towel on what I can cope on. I was stressing over the animation already when one of the big jobs I thought I put to bed was giving me grief and I was just not in the mood to troubleshoot it for Christine again so we had a long period on the phone of silence while she waited for me to say I would figure it out for her again.
Also during that day another bigger issue arose and it had nothing to do with my job.
Apparently RAW ran into the social worker at school. They have concerns with Hollace. They think it might be Asperger Syndrome, a form of autism. What!
I knew Hollace could use some help socializing. Especially with me as a her mother I often thought she was doomed in that department. I seen her struggling with the same things I did and still do.
At first I thought they were off base on that theory. Then I did a little research.
“The most distinguishing symptom of AS is a child