Celebrating Growth and Prayer Requests
- Ashleigh Atwood
- Jan 20
- 4 min read
DISCLAIMER:
I’ve been trying to write this post since Wednesday! Life happened and I’ve failed to finish this.
So bear with me!
Wednesday was a surreal day for me.
I was tired.
Mentally and physically.
However, I was grateful and (dare I say) at peace.
I don’t want to jinx it, but Wednesday was a milestone day for me.
I started full time at my firm.
I also was given my first ever office all to myself.
Like name on the door.
The whole shebang.
It is still so surreal to me.
I have been at my firm 8 months and have been so truly humbled and blessed by their love and acceptance of me.
They have put an effort into my growth and encouraged mistakes.
They have taken time to push my learning and understanding of accounting and tax that I had zero experience with until this job.
Full disclosure:
They knew my level of experience as they are familiar with my old firm.
My former employer also gave me a raving reference and significantly helped me obtain this job.
Not only with the referral, but also with how much time and effort they put into my growth at my former firm.
All that to say, I am truly humbled by this job and how they see me where I’m at today.
They don’t see (or know) my past tribulations.
Frankly, I’m not sure that they matter at this day and age, but it matters to me.
I look back on my life and think “if someone came up to me 8 years ago and told me this would be my life, I would have laughed and told them to <colorful word> all the way off!”
I guess you could say I was on cloud nine.
Then, life brings you down to earth…
Thursday, our nanny started.
I ended up on a work call for most of her time here, so I was unable to assist in any capacity.
Kennedy pushed boundaries.
To be expected for even neurotypical kids, but Kennedy is not neurotypical.
So, that adds a whole other layer of chaos and stress.
It was so bad, I couldn’t stop apologizing and basically begged her to give us another chance.
Let me tell you how my God works…
What drew me to this beautiful soul when going through the process of hiring a nanny was that she has ABA experience.
Her prior job was a Behavioral Therapist at an ABA company.
She is familiar with autism and all the quirks that come with it.
That was so crucial to me because we now have two children with autism in the house.
So, although it was a horrendous experience (in my opinion), she still had a smile on her face.
The relief I felt when she came back on Friday is something I struggle to place into words (shocker! I know!).
We had a not so positive experience the last time we hired a nanny, so my anxiety is heightened.
We did so many things differently in the hiring process.
From a contract to full transparency to not over sharing like I did once upon a time.
Lessons were learned all around.
Please pray for continued acceptance from Kennedy.
Next up on the prayer request list:
If you follow me on my socials, you know I’m having an insurance issue with getting my psych meds approved for fill through insurance.
I have been on this medication for over 2 years.
I was only informed on Friday that Kaiser stopped funding this medication effective 1/1/2025.
You can imagine my shock when I was told it is going to be $1,180 to fill (it may have even been $1.8k, but I was so sticker shocked that extra $720 really didn’t matter 😂).
I was so grateful to the pharmacist for not just filling my medication!
I have my card on there to cover the copay so I don’t have to worry with authorizing the pharmacy to run it every time I place an order.
But thank the Lord above they flagged the script prior to running the card.
We would have been wiped out if they didn’t.
Please pray that I get this resolved before I run out of medication!
I’ve reached out to member services requesting an appeal several times.
I’ve reached out to my doctor to renew the preauthorization several times.
It’s all in the works, we’re now just waiting.
I have always been outspoken about my diagnosis.
I have always been transparent that I ruin my life and relationships while unmedicated.
I truthfully ruin my life on the wrong medication too!
It’s the first time my highs and lows have been manageable, so the fear of losing that stability is real.
As you enter this week, I encourage you to slow down and process the hard things.
Life is hard.
Raising kids is hard.
Raising neurodivergent kids as a neurodivergent adult is a whole other beast.
But it’s not impossible.
Many parents have gone before us and raised successful neurodivergent children while being neurodivergent themselves.
Many parents before us have raised neurodivergent children while being neurotypical and not fully understanding why their brain is working the way it does.
Many neurodivergent parents have raised neurotypical kids and have done so with grace and bumps and bruises.
What matters is you show up and do better than you did before.
You’ve. Got. This.
Until next time…
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