The battle of the du(a)eling diagnosis'!!!!

Managing your own illness is quite the challenge, but sprinkle in someone elses' and its a recipe for disaster. It's fall and I'm embarking on my 16th anniversary of seasonal depression(please hold your applause) while she is in the midst of finding her place on the autism spectrum.We live a colorful life, with many shades of gray and blue! She is the up to my down, the on to my off and the center of my universe.

When my eyes open, in the morning, I need quiet, I like to hear my first yawn, feel my first stretch and hear my bones crack. On the other hand, she needs noise. The TV is on blast(Spongebob Squarepants), the clapping, singing, chanting and/or counting are at an unreasonable volume. Our home, becomes some war torn country fighting for equal rights! We've tried to compromise which led to negotiating, but not even NATO can resolve these issues. Morning chaos is our regime, so much so that on the very few peaceful mornings, we don't even know how to get our day started! So the war continues...