I’ve tried to write this post about 52 times. Every time I start, Izzy calls my name. And I’ve been so busy at work that I can’t even write it there. Haha

Izzy has definitely entered the land of puberty. God help us. She’s growing/changing in the ways girls do. She gives me the annoyed teenager look like a pro and rolls her eyes so hard and so often I’m waiting for them to roll right out of her head. She’s moody, she doesn’t want my help with chores and homework, but can’t get them done without me. She s doing well in school yet she struggles daily. She shuts down at the slightest raise of my voice, but she yells constantly. She isn’t able to use her voice/words to communicate with me or her teachers when she’s upset, but we’re finding that her emoji cards can help break through the communication barrier and she made herself a recovery kit for her to use when she’s upset and luckily West is more than willing to use this with her. Puberty is hard for a neurotypical child. Puberty with an autistic, adhd child with anxiety and depression is like walking a tightrope across an alligator infested river.

But her pulling. It’s fast and furious. More so than in our last post. She’s started using tweezers and nail clippers again to pull. She sat after her band concert and pulled while waiting for the second band to finish. We’ve resigned ourselves to the pulling. It’s not going away. I don’t get the panicky, please stop angst that I did a year ago, And that’s a blessing because that made everything worse. Although we do have times of calm, where hair starts to regrow, those times are few and far between. But currently she has eye lashes AND eye brows! She should get her next Hair Club wig this month. It’s going to be pink. And she can’t wait. There’s always a bright spot if you look for it