Introductions

Hi, people who live in my computer! Welcome! I’ve been a blogger for 10 years now (even before the word “blog” existed!) and I like blog readers. I like comments. I like reading your blogs. I like you!

This is a new “anonymous” incarnation of my blog. I am used to blogging as a real life person. But I promised some family-type people to go anonymous. So here we are, even though I think that my life is so weird that anyone who knows how to even half-assed google will be able to find me in about ten minutes. But, I tried, okay?

Curious about my weird life? Okay, I’ll break it down for you. I am a female in my late 30′s living in the ‘burbs of a metropolitan area in the Pacific Northwest in the United States. I am a single mother by choice of twin boys, born in late 2004. My boys were conceived through donor insemination. But they have an adoptive father, D, who has been my friend and constant companion for 14 years. He is a C6 quadriplegic due to spinal cord injury. I am deaf blind. I do have some functional vision and hearing. I also have a relationship with my close friend of 15 years, who I’m calling Big N here to distinguish him from Little N, one of my sons. I have a graduate degree in education and have worked as a teacher, mostly with kids with significant and multiple disabilities. I have also worked as a child life therapy assistant in a pediatric oncology unit. I have worked as a researcher and grant writer at two large universities. I have freelanced as a writer and copy editor and have worked as a respite care worker and in-home health aide. I’m not proud, I do whatever it is that people seem to be willing to pay me for. I have been mostly a stay-at-home-mom while working part-time freelance and as a CNA/home health aide. I also homeschool my kids. So, I have a bit of a nonstandard family and life, but most of the time it works for me.

Cast of Characters:

Since I’m all anonymous now, I’m going to initial the main cast of characters. Here are some of the initials you will see here:

L or Lexie is me. Lexie is not my real name. I used to be called Lexie after the blind skater in the movie “Ice Castles” because I used to competitively figure skate…and I’m blind.

Little N is one of my twin preschool sons. He is the blonde, blue-eyed one. He is orderly, he follows the rules, he cleans up after himself. He is usually in a good mood, but when he isn’t he gets really, really mad. He is silly and personable and sometimes quite dramatic.

Little A is my other twin son. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He is smart, articulate, imaginative, emotional. He is also stubborn, independent, messy, moody, and challenging to parent. He is exactly like me.

D is the kids adoptive father. He lives about three blocks away from us and I work for him as a personal care attendant. He is a computer nerd and quiet and good natured. He suffers from a multitude of health issues and does not work except to occassionally sell software. He loves the kids dearly, spends a lot of time with them and they have a strong bond with him. He does not contribute money or “physical custody” time with the kids as he cannot take care of them himself yet due to his quadriplegia. But he is a very important person in the kids and my life.

I don’t write about him too much but S is the kid’s anonymous  sperm donor. I do not know him or his name. I have a fairly detailed profile of him including a voice recording of an interview, a childhood photograph, and several generations of medical history. He is a Russian Jew who lives in the U.S. The kids know him as “S”, a name we have made up for him. We do not call him “father” but rather donor who helped mom have babies. Sometimes I will refer to him as their “genetic” father. We also are in contact with one of the boys’ donor siblings, and know of a set of triplets that also used the same donor.

Big N is not my boyfriend, my partner, my husband, my SO or whatever other relationshippy words people use that make me cringe. I say he is just my-N. A Swedish expat, he currently lives far away in that country north of the U.S. border. He is totally blind and works at a large Canadian bank. He has two children from a previous marriage, K and R. Big N and I have a long meandering 15 year history together where we have made multiple attempts to get ourselves geographically and nationalistically in the same local and legal status. We are trying yet again with new motivation. Big N is very, very kind and laid back. He is a helluva lot like me. We click on multiple levels but we never seem to figure out how to get matching green cards.

Grampa F is my father. I rent his house and he stays here part-time. My mother died a few years ago of a brain tumor, so now my sister and I share custody of Grampa F. He is harmless, and funny, yet annoying to live with at times.

Grampa B is D’s father. He is a kind man. He is also a hovering slightly bigotted republican ex-marine who has a propensity for telling long-winded Vietnam stories. We get along and he has a relationship with the boys, but he and I have a cautious, eggshell-walking type relationship.

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