The world has never been good for me. I cannot make my life great again because my life never was great. I’ve had little pockets of happiness from time to time, but overall my entire life has been a fight to survive. It has been a fight to be recognized…
When I was nine years old I had to apologize to my family for being disabled. I’ve always been my family’s secret shame.
While therapy can be helpful for some, for others it can be hard to find therapists that are safe to work with.
People say words don’t hurt, but some words can do a lot of damage.
Dear Pam, It’s Mother’s Day. This is a day I once felt great pain over, but now I feel indifference. When was the last time we talked on a Mother’s Day? 2003 perhaps? It’s been years. I should have written this letter years ago, but I am not sure I…
When I was 13, I was assaulted by someone associated with my family, and Donald Trump reminds me a lot of him.
My existence is a radical act of defiance in a world that fails to recognize I have merit and value.
So often disabled kids and LGBTQ kids are tormented, teased, and excluded. Some of them kill themselves. What would have happened if others were there for them?
Should the lives of those unable to comply with police commands be valued less? Having understanding for the fact compliance isn’t always possible or feasible.
How we treat people when they are children can have a long term effect on their self-esteem, self-worth, self-confidence, and ability to love themselves. My whole life, whether it was family, peers, teachers, or someone else I have been told a variety of harmful things, things that have done a…