I had my daughter diagnosed last October 2014 by a Child Developmental Specialist based in Region 4-A. After that, it was time to learn the ins and outs of taking care of her. I checked the internet on how to take care of my kid. I gathered all that I can in order to help her. Turns out, I still need help outside the internet.
We had to enroll her to a special school. A school that not only will teach her about academics but will also give her the therapy that she needs. We went to the school that the Specialist recommended. It was just about right for her. The surrounding is conducive for her and her learning. But the fee is a bit too much. I do understand why. It’s not an ordinary school. It is an institution that handles kids with ADHD and Autism for one. They not only teach the kids on how to read and write and count, but they also do therapy. Therapy that my daughter needs. We had to enroll her ASAP because she is already aged 6 and she is getting older. She needs to train herself and control herself.
As of the moment, I started a crowd funding group at Facebook. I have to. I have to ask help from friends and some family members about this. I can’t do it alone.
If you want to help, my contact info is on the Facebook page.
I have been back here in Laguna for a week now since my wife gave birth to our third kid, a son. I am very thankful to God that He gave me another kid, and that all was well during and after the birth. I hated leaving them at my wife’s family residence. Don’t get me wrong about it, her family is okay. It’s just that I am so far from my kids and I can’t watch over them and my kids… I really miss them. Oh yeah I do. And here I am, writing this because I just spoke to my little girl, she said that she misses me and it breaks my heart that I can’t hug her and be with her everyday. Not only her, but my 2 sons as well! They will be here by August, can I just pull it faster? If only things were a little bit better and more secured, this will not be happening.
I miss them kids.
Arnold Pasamba, told me during my depressive years that “walang pinagkaiba ang pagsubok at pagpalo. pareho kasi silang masakit.”
i keep on recalling those words. it gave me somehow, an assurance that what i was going through back then is not isolated. because during those times, i was already thinking of suicide.
i never thought of suicide before, but during my depression, 1999-2007, i had several “attempts” already. non of them involved knives and ropes or tall buildings. it only involves vehicles. being run over by vehicles was my choice. back in 1989, i was in grade 6, just 12 years old. i had a vehicular accident that involved a jeepney. i lost consciousness back then and just woke up the following day in a room in V. Luna in Quezon City.
back to the future….
my depression back then was somehow, in relation to my leaving the church where i once served. i felt that the people there “betrayed” me when they all agreed that i will always be the black sheep. labeled as the “backslider”. funny, i still somehow feel the pain of that incident.
i was so hurt then that i decided to leave the church totally. i left because i was angry. i was so mad at those people they don’t even know i am planning to burn that church to satisfy my anger. it affected my whole family because i was often the guy who humbles down and happy and prays as often as possible. then all of a sudden, i don’t go to church, i drink, smokes at times…
i transferred to Pasig City from Laguna. i had to, my work then demands time of rest. i spent time there alone, wanting to go to a church to start my “therapy”. i then heard that Victory will have a church at Robinson’s East. i went there during the very first service. i had been nurturing and harboring the anger and hatred throughout those years. and attending Victory services somewhat eased them. it is not the church actually, it’s the new surrounding i guess. i had to admit though that the recovery is very hard. i am still at the recovery stage.
i put up [soulprojekt] with the AA in mind. i felt that it was the same as addicts going through therapy. that is where i belong.
on the way to recovery… will be there, hopefully sooner.