So here I was returning to school at thirty-one, with four children at home, and taking a journalism class to resume a passion that hadn't died. The class was very dry, mostly writing newspaper articles and a bunch of quizzes based on the AP Stylebook. The TA lectured about the journalism field with such a negative spin that I changed my major to nursing the next semester, before changing it again. And again...
One thing I can't forget is how the TA said that anyone can be a journalist because everyone has a platform at their fingertips by simply writing a blog. Looking back, I might've been intimidated by the vast competition. I remember agreeing with him, wondering who really cares about Johnny's football and Susie's adventures in preschool, outside of close family. And even they aren't always interested. Besides, isn't Facebook enough of a platform to narrate one's life? I think there's also a generational gap, too, between sharing and over-sharing. Even my mom asks, "Why does everyone want to make everything so public?"
Now, four years later, I'm starting my own blog and thinking back to the TA who criticized blogs for encroaching on every journalists' domain. And, I must confess that, I just recently learned that blog is a blend of the words web + log. I'm not afraid to admit my weaknesses. (Shhh! Don't tell my husband.) People write to share experiences and have their voices heard. And in an age of autism, with the numbers of those affected growing by the day, I hope to connect with those people who love someone diagnosed on the spectrum, and expose it to those people who only know it from the headlines. I hope to share a side of autism that was missing when I was trying to figure out why my son climbed on the roof of the car, instead of sitting obediently in his car seat, and why he screamed for us to stop when we sang Happy Birthday to him?
The title of my blog isn't just descriptive of my whining, though I confess it comes with the territory of raising a special needs child. Whining refers to waking up at night to tend to my son’s whining, and then whining on the way to his room because he hasn't had a normal sleep schedule since he was born. There's no quicker way to change a personality than to interrupt one's sleep. I hope you'll find that my posts aren't saturated with pessimism.
And, lastly, there would be no blog without readers. So thank you for visiting my site, sharing your input, and growing our voice!