Most of my life I’ve been embarrassed and ashamed to admit I have Tourette’s. Initially mocked by peers, I quickly learned to hide or camouflage the tics with movements that wouldn’t be recognized as readily.
Under stress, caregivers often let their needs slide. At times I feel overwhelmed and resentful, utterly exhausted physically and emotionally. The good news is that our love not only survived but grew deeper.
I remember many years ago leaders in church saying that if anyone was discouraged or depressed, they must not be a true believer in God. How wrong and presumptuous to think that the difficulties of life can’t and won’t weary anyone, including a hearty saint!
Growing up in the CRC, I found the lengthy reading prior to Communion a bit too formal. Now, missing a CRC nearby, I appreciate the brevity of Communion. Out of these thoughts, came this blog and poem.
Typically, those who trust others have a heart of empathy, are naively innocent (without “street smarts”), and are more easily taken advantage of. Predators know this and zero in on their target like a hunter on its prey.
As a family, we learned to put something back in its original place so he could find it again, and not to move the furniture without telling him. Yes, we learned the hard way to make those issues priorities.