My New Earth work is actually on twiiter.com/BookClubClass It's a text messaging book club. In case you came here from the Oprah website and were wondering where it all is. I'll bring my New Earth Work over here because, I guess this is where it's meant to be. Welcome to Jippyjabber! PS I am auntjippy on the Oprah message boards.
Friday, December 01, 2006
My name is Jennifer but to know me is to call me Jippy. I look forward to counting down to the New Year with new friends.
I have been lucky to scrape by making a living doing various creative projects. I mostly enjoy wrting scripts and focus on dialogue. I have a son with special needs. His name is Zach. He's 12 and it's been years just trying to find out what is wrong with him. I am completely overwhelmed and under prepared for this. I am a single mom and still not sleeping through the night. I started filming Zach to show the doctors what was happening to him. I kept on filming and now I am learning to edit the footage to produce a documentary that I hope will help other children that suffer. Help other mom's that are hopeless and facing futility.
It's a spiritual crisis. I have never needed a divine force in my life more. I also can't seperate myself from the pain my son is in.
Zach has a pain amplification syndrom, Maternal ( of course it's my fault) Mytochondrial disorder, cyclic vomiting syndrom, and Autism.
So that's me trying to be offical with the intro. Just call me Jippy and make yourself at home. Please leave a comment and I'll go check out your site. I am new to the blog world and it's been great fighting evil isolation and lonlieness with new friendships. I purge my darkest fears here and laugh my ass off. I also paint beautiful pictures of delusional visions of things just working out. Just like all survival techniques they've now become problems in and of themselves. I have a special look that I give Zach's doctors when I need them to pace the truth to me. For a writer I rely on the nonverbal means of communication a hell of a lot. Sometimes, I just belive what I have to, to get through it all.
The situation requires more than what I have and more than what I am. Yet, I am deeply in love with my son and damn it, we are still here. How can it be? How can it be twelve years of this now...... So looking back there is a miracle, it's abstract and hiding inbetween day to day and moment to moment. It has me on my knees and begging.