Tonight I had the opportunity to get away. I went to an art show opening, while my mom watched Mickie. For two hours I was just me and not the mercury mom or Mickie's mom, instead I was as any other person there, lost in a sea of artists.
I guess artists are the only people besides the autism moms, that I can related too now days.
When I got home I got a dose of reality. My mom said that Mickie practically kicked his respite worker out of the house, then when it was time for his dinner, he wouldn't let my mom turn on any lights in the kitchen, so she had to pretend, to look for something in the refrigerator, so she could see the supplements and medicines, he was supposed to take with his dinner. He then refuse to let her dress him and then took her by the hand and walked her to my little art studio and she had to sit on the couch for an hour until I got home.
Oh well, back to reality.