About Me

I live in Southern New Hampshire with my husband, Joe, and our five children.

My four boys and one daughter range in age from three to nine. And no, my daughter is not the fifth child. She is the fourth. We thought she was our last but sometimes urologists cancel important appointments, so there you have it.

My second son, Jack, has autism. A lot of times he makes me laugh, sometimes he makes me cry, but mostly he just makes me watch and wonder.

Right now I stay home with my children. Once again there’s lots of laughter and some crying, but mostly it’s great fun. Until it’s not.

I’ve just started writing a book called What Color is Monday?, chronicling our colorful life with an autistic child.

In my past life, I earned an MBA from Canisius College in the fabulous city of Buffalo, New York and worked in marketing for a company called Lehigh Construction Group, Inc.

I cannot live without books, Bikram yoga, or date night.

8 thoughts on “About Me

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  2. Hi Carrie, I’ve started your favorite book collection. Loving it! Have already lent out the 1st one to a friend. Love your blog, you are still one of the funniest people I know

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  4. Hi Carrie,

    I enjoy reading your posts. I am in my early 40′s. I’ve been given all kind of psychiatric labels by some of most highly educated physicians in the United States. I’m sure you can hear my sarcasm coming through. :) This includes autism.

    I had neuro-psychological testing done over ten years ago. The testing was administered by a psychologist who “specialized” in autism spectrum disorders. This was given to me at a time when the medical community was “discovering” Asperger’s Syndrome. I believe they were diagnosing everyone with it . . . like they did in the 80′s with ADHD. This doctor disappeared soon after the testing. I do not have the records.

    At that time, I was being treated by psychiatrist for bipolar disorder. In the earlier part his medical career, this psychiatrist specialized in treating developmentally disabled children and adults. When I told him about the Asperger’s diagnosis . . . he told me a joke . . . to which I laughed. He then looked at me and said “You don’t have Asperger’s Syndrome. If you did . . . you wouldn’t have laughed at my joke.” He then added a sentence to the top of every page in my medical record disputing the autistism diagnosis. He continued to maintain that I have bipolar disorder. My official diagnosis has recently been changed to PTSD. It’s interesting to me that no one in my life has ever brought up the idea autism.

    I have little faith in the psychiatric community. Based on my experience, psychiatry is extremely limited as a medical science. I believe that psychiatric labels are nothing but more than “professional” opinion. I feel that too members of society accept these labels as “truth”. I don’t allow doctors and other professionals and their labels to define my character anymore. I know who I am. I have no use for people who tell there is something “wrong with me”. It’s sad that tens of millions of people have permitted the psychiatric community to convince them this is true about themselves. It has certainly helped the pharmaceutical companies make billions of dollars (every day).

    I do wonder about autism sometimes. I know very little about it. I am sensitive to emotion. I have a tremendous amount of empathy and compassionate for other people. Do people with autistic spectrum disorders typically express such emotions? I hope this isn’t an offensive question. I’m not saying that people with autism are incapable of feeling and expressing love. I realize that is not true. I’m just reflecting my thoughts about my psychiatrist telling me that people with Asperger’s Syndrome do always understand other people’s feelings.
    I believe my mood disorder . . . if that is true . . . has more to do with my early childhood experience and my relationship with my parents.

    Thanks!

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