Adventures In Unschooling · Parenting · Primary

This Has Been My TED Talk: Children’s Bodily Autonomy

Alright so I wrote this back in October and it’s taken me this long to pay it. Why? Honestly, I was afraid of the shit talking backlash I’d get from people. Let’s all just go into this with mutual respect and understanding that we all have our own opinions and plans for childrearing, okay? Sweet. Let’s do this.

There’s this bizarre idea in our culture that children don’t have the right to be considered real people. That they shouldn’t get a say in what happens to them and that they don’t have rights over their bodies. I don’t know where that came from but it is so bizarre to me.

Like… No, my kid does not get a say in what time she goes to bed because for her age and developmental stage that is what is appropriate and what has proven for her to be best for her general well-being during the course of the day. However, even in things where she doesn’t get much of a choice, I still give her as much say in it as possible. I take her feelings and thoughts into consideration.

I let her make decisions where I’m able to because if kids aren’t given the chance to learn how to make good decisions then they never figure out how to, and then they start adulthood out with the expectation that they should be able to do these things because they are adults when nobody ever bothered to teach them how.

For example, my daughter had to change occupational therapists a few months ago from the one that she’d been seeing for many many months. Her new OT is good but my daughter just didn’t take to the change and has been very resistant to the therapies since. So much so that not much therapy gets done. After her last appointment she told me that she didn’t want to do OT anymore and I thought about it and was like, “you know, maybe you’re right. Maybe it is time to take a little bit of a break.”

Taking her thoughts, opinions, and considerations into mind instead of just saying, “no this is what’s good for you you’re going to do it whether you like it or not” allowed me to see the situation from her perspective. And from the perspective of her desperately frustrated OT.

Bless you, Autumn.

Our kids are people. We are not raising children, we are raising adults, right? We don’t want them to still be children when they go out into the world, we want them to be healthy in mind, emotion, and body as adults. But if we don’t give them those opportunities, then we fail as parents in our ultimate goal: to raise them to be established adults.

I know this has been a bit of a ramble so thanks for sitting through it with me.

This has been my TED talk.

Adventures In Unschooling · Primary

The Heartlake Herald: A Doggy Dog Sanctuary Comes To Town!

Today, readers, here in our bustling Heartlake City, it is an especially auspicious day! Today, we welcome the Snuggly Barker Shack to our Fair City!

The Snuggly Barker Shack is a non-profit organization that gives dogs who are deemed unadoptable based on medical conditions a sanctuary where they can live out their best years in a place where they are given appropriate medical treatment as well as all of the love and care that they can handle!

It’s bath time!

All the sticks and bones a sick pup could chew!

Today is a very special day here at the Shack! Today is one of our pups rescue-vrsery! Only the finest snacks and treats will do and they have top of the line Pup Chef Camilla on the job!

Everyone is getting ready for Henry’s very special day!
How about that drone footage, eh?! 😉

Our very own Shack was inspired by the Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary, place that provides a forever home sanctuary and fosters for old and sick dogs who would otherwise be euthanized. It’s only through the contributions of kind donors like you that Old Friends can cover the costs of every day expenses and veterinary care for so many senior pups!

Please consider donating or buying merch at their website https://ofsds.org/ or:

  • Checking out their upcoming DOGumentary
  • Reading their book, Homecoming Tails available here
  • Following them on Facebook here
  • Subscribing to their YouTube channel here
  • Live Cams here
  • Or play the mobile app game to support the shelter and devs! Play and set up your own senior sanctuary and care for the actual Old Friends pups to learn about their stories! Here

We here at the Heartlake Lego City Herald hope that you will help to support the Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary in any one (or more!) of the many ways we’ve listed above.

We hope you’ve enjoyed this second edition of the Heartlake City Herald! Please join us again next week to see what’s the brick deal in our Lego city here at home! Here to give you the big connect, this has been your hostess with the mostest, signing off!

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A Birthday Fundraiser For Lymphoma!

My dad is going through radiation treatment for Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma right now. He just started to lose his hair and it’s been a really hard road for him this year. We’re Tennessee natives and it would really mean a lot for our community to show up for the good for him right now. Our family is very close and so my parents don’t have many wants so instead of raising money for them directly, I’d like to do this fundraiser my birthday this year. If you would like to donate to them directly for his treatments or needs, however, Venmo to @CMcRey. Thank you to everyone for your consideration and please be your most well. ♥️

https://www.facebook.com/donate/1547523055579788/?fundraiser_source=external_url

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Deafness or deafness?

If anyone knows what this is from, let me know! I wanna watch it. XD

Hey fam! I know, right? Two posts in a week after radio silence for ages! Who’d have thunk?

Anyways, on to the topic of our second International Week of the Deaf post: Deafness or deafness?

Many of you are probably wondering what I’m talking about. Aren’t they the same word? Well, yes. But in this context, they are very very different things. You see, what we’re talking about here today is the difference between the capital D– Deafness, and the lowercase d– deafness. First though, some back information.

In the deaf world, there are two views of being deaf. There’s the medical view of deafness, with the purely physical, that’s-all-there-is-to-it, get-aids-and-go-about-your-regular-hearing-life way of seeing things. This is generally the way that medical professionals approach hearing impairment, viewing it simply as a problem to be aided or fixed.

Then there is capital D– Deaf. This takes the perspective that hearing loss isn’t something to be cured, but a part of your identity, a part of the way you approach the world. It brings a beautifully complex language and a tight knit, welcoming community with it, complete with a culture as rich and as full of heart as any other. Also humor. The Deaf make some pretty amazing comedians! There’s something to be said for being able to have a sense of humor through disability.

Members of the Deaf community may have anything from a moderate or mild hearing loss to total deafness. It’s a wide spectrum that encompasses the many flavors of hearing impairments, from the physical (damage to the ear, cochlea, etc) to the neurological (auditory neuropathy, Usher’s disease, etc.). However, it’s not the hearing loss that defines someone in the Deaf community, it’s the participation. The enjoyment one finds in spending time with people like themselves. The inclusion where you were once excluded, the relief that fills you when you realize that everyone there communicates in a way that is compatible with you rather than you struggling to keep up with them.

It’s friendship and acceptance. It’s no one thinking your strange when your brain gets tired and the hearing aids just have to come off.

Not everyone in the Deaf community is necessarily deaf. There are hearing parents and children, family, teachers and interpreters. All of the people that find themselves brought together into a vast network that spans the world wide. It’s the sharing of language and understanding, of shared hurts and of the experiences and joys that another simply couldn’t understand. In this age of technology, when we have the world literally at our fingertips, this is more true than ever. It’s nothing at all to find other people like yourself on the internet, whatever community you may be a part of.

Still confused? Do you have your own thoughts or experiences you would like to share? Let us know in the comments! And as always, friend,

I leave you now with Peace and Passion.

Ta!

Bliggety Blogs · Primary

It’s International Week of the Deaf! (Also I’m not dead!)

Savage. XD

Yes, I know what you’re thinking and yes, I have in fact risen from the dead in search of at least one brain together among the masses.

Yep. 2020 has hit us all like a case of violent, explosive diarrhea.

I haven’t posted in quite a while because, honestly? What could I write that hasn’t been expounded upon in every possible way? What could I say that hasn’t been beaten to death already? This year has left me with a sense of perpetual disappointment, discontentment, and discouragement. Every time I’ve sat down to blog especially, I’ve felt myself get stuck on all the things I don’t want to talk about.

I think most of us have probably been left feeling that way lately at some point.

It feels really strange in this year to talk about celebrating something (coming from someone with a birthday this week). The West is on fire, the coast is drowning, there are riots in the streets, and a pandemic has caused death and sickness on a global scale. For once though, just this once this year, let’s celebrate something. And this week has brought us something to celebrate.

September 20th marks the beginning of the International Week of the Deaf. Most of you are probably wondering what that is and what it means and probably why you should care. This week I’m going to be breaking it down for you! After all, you don’t have to be deaf to get in on this celebration.

So, join me this week for a few days to celebrate our deaf community members, what deafness is and the strides and hurdles that the deaf community has had to struggle against and overcome even to this day.

I’ll tell you about my experiences in the deaf community and answer some of your most burning questions that you always wanted to know but were too embarrassed or cautious to ask.

You know we all have them, even me!

Yup. We’re gonna talk about this.

We will learn, laugh, we will get mad and we will even, maybe, make a difference in someone’s life.

So grab some ear plugs and drag-up that ABC finger spelling knowledge from kindergarten because this week, we are going Deaf or going home!

This one is actually me!

With Peace and Passion,
Ta!

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Snapshots of Our Summer Days

A little breath of beautiful on your desk goes a long way.

Why not put a little bit of beautiful everywhere? Anywhere you have a long and laborious task to do, put something that uplifts your spirit and it can make the task seem much easier than it did before. 🙂

First Girl Scouts badge! We do Little Maxwell’s Girl Scouts virtually so her bad just come in the mail when she earns them! 🙂 For those of you who have always thought about scouts for your own littles but didn’t think you could make meetings or events, now just might be the perfect time to give it a shot. The scouts have set up everything virtually now and even did a virtual camp this summer! Very fun!

We’ve been finding planets in the night sky the last few weeks and when we find a new one, Little Maxwell gets to color in the planet on these drawings we did! 🙂 We’re going to start doing constellations next!

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Missing and murdered indigenous women or MMIW is a cause that I feel really passionate about and that really needs some intense recognition. I will be doing a post on this coming up soon but I’m hoping to get some interviews from women in the indigenous community for it. Since I am intensely Caucasian, I’m not able to be a part of that community and so it doesn’t seem right to talk about such an important issue myself without the voices of the community as the forefront. But for those of you who want to learn more about this in the meantime, I urge you please to look into it. Not only has covet hit their populations intensely hard but the lost women of the indigenous community need help. No woman and any community should have to be afraid of becoming a victim.

She drew me, her, and a heart. :3

Lego Unikitty! Legos are a great way to add counting, creative play, sorting, as well as other math skills into your play. 🙂 We are a big lover of Legos in our house.

Rainy day play day!

Using our nature book, we believe that this nest is for grackle eggs!

A lunch out with family doesn’t have to mean not being safe!

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Grocery store manager in Canada pens heartfelt letter to shoppers pleading for kindness

https://www.freshdaily.ca/food/2020/04/grocery-store-manager-canada-letter-shoppers-pleading-kindness/

This is so important for all of us to remember. People working at or grocery stores are doing the best they can with the shitty situation we’re all in. They’re scared of getting sick too. They have children and elderly parents that they could potentially be exposing themselves to just by coming to work but they keep coming, so we can get the groceries that we need.

So be kind, please. And for heaven’s sake, throw your damn cart wipes in the bin. Thank the people that risk their lives so that you can eat everyday. Maybe take a cake or some lunches up to your local store as a way to thank them for their service. Perhaps even a bag of TP, individually wrapped with little ribbons and sweet words. You never know how much abuse your local grocery employees have had to deal with amongst all of the growing fears. So do something kind. They are truly some of our biggest community heroes right now.

With Peace and Passion.

Ta!

Bliggety Blogs · My Medical Journey · Primary

Pro-Ana: The Danger That Hides Skin Deep

Before we start, I want to say this: Massive, Massive Trigger Warnings Ahead. If you are sensitive to the subject of eating disorders, do NOT read this.

It’s taken me a great many years to be able to write about this. It still isn’t something I can give breath to, that I can talk to even my closest friends or therapist about. What I mean of course is what I still to this day only refer to vaguely as “my eating thing”.

Calling it a mental illness is just too hard.

Thinking back on those years…Well. I try not to. It’s just too…too painful. The hidden and frantic exercises on tiny bathroom floors, trying desperately to work off whatever it was that I had just eaten. The dozens and dozens of bathrooms that I got sick in. All of those times I said that I wasn’t hungry even though my body was eating itself from the inside just to stay alive.

I had a very different idea of health back then.

What does stand out as a prevailing theme, though, was this community that I found myself a part of. The Pro-Anas or pro-Anorexia. There was also Pro-Mia for the bulimia sufferers, though most of the girls seemed to use tactics from both diseases to achieve their “goal weight”. It’s a sort of joke, though, isn’t it? We all had a “goal weight”, but once we got there, we would all simply strive for the next lower number.

The real goal weight was zero.

It wasn’t that anyone within the Anas was suicidal or anything. No one wanted to die, but there was this sense that dying was a potential occupational hazard or something. Now, looking back, I wonder how many of them are dead now.

Let me explain a bit further, though.

The Pro-Ana/Mia movement, for lack of a better term, is a group who follows the tenets that their eating disorders aren’t “illnesses or diseases”. They hold the belief that anorexia is a lifestyle. They support one another, even forming so-called support groups, in their weight loss journey. Participants create and consume media they call “thinspo” or thinspiration and share diet plans, tips and tricks, and even pair up into weight loss buddies to encourage or shame one another, whichever they preferred.

Their beliefs strongly mirror those of the Fat-Acceptance movement, a movement that claims that the more you weigh, the better, typically catering to the obese and morbidly obese.

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The pro-Ana movement believes in the achievement of “perfection” or their ultimate ideal of beauty. They encourage one another to lie, stay quiet about their struggles, and even alter one another’s thinking to view their eating disorder as a way of life. Each pound lost is a small victory. Every pound gained is a tragedy to be mourned. Sneaking laxatives, only listening to songs that fit their narrative, giving encouragement on the harmful symptoms your body is experiencing because more symptoms means you’ve lost more weight, right?

It sounds like a cult, doesn’t it?

I watched a video on the Fat Acceptance movement recently and it reminded me so strongly of the pro-Anas that it was alarming. Then I had the sort of sick realization that I had never heard anyone talk about it before. Unlike other movements, the Anas don’t proselytize. Their cause survives only by it’s obsessive reliance on secrecy. Their movement reigns supreme from the closeted darkness, going so far as to coach one another on how to hide symptoms and traits of your illness. How to exercise, make excuses, how to throw up in secret. After all, you can’t be forced into an inpatient recovery program if no one ever knows about it. At least, not until the secret shows in every rib, bone, and dizzy spell for the world to see.

“Don’t give yourself a reason to say, ‘I’ll do better tomorrow’.”

I held that belief once too. Now, looking back on it, it’s painful. But that’s how it was. Painful. Waking up hungry, eating just enough to keep living, going to bed hungry. Starving for perfection, as the Anas say. Eventually you get so thin that even your exercising has to be altered because your body is just so damn tired…The crunches and sit-ups bruise your back because there’s nothing to pad your spine on the floor anymore. Your heart feels like it’s going to hammer out of your chest just walking up the stairs because the muscles themselves are wasting away.

‘Thou shalt not eat without feeling guilty.’

I don’t know what it was that brought me to the Anas but I had already begun to descend into the disorder that would come to characterize so many years of my life.

Me, circa 2009 I believe.

I turn thirty this year. I have a daughter of my own and I’m long since “recovered”. This past year was the first time since it all that I have had a scale in my home.

‘Though I walk through the aisle of the pastry department, I shall buy no pastries for they are fattening.’

Eating disorders are like alcoholism. Even though you may be in recovery, you will always be an addict. I still get triggered sometimes. I still have to be careful not to fall into old habits and ways of thinking and probably will for the rest of my life. Even now, I’m paranoid about this article triggering me, but I had to tell this story. This needs to be brought into the spotlight more so more people are aware of it. So more people know the cues and clues and so these young men and women can get the help they need.

So maybe one day, no other little girl has to wonder what it takes to like what she sees in the mirror.

‘Being thin is more important than being healthy’

What’s the best way to help? Don’t be accusatory. Forget about what or whose fault it is. Punishments or shaming will only hurt, not help. Sit down and listen. Don’t talk. Don’t scold. Just…ask them how they feel. Ask them how they feel when they see themselves in the mirror. Be completely judgement-free. Ask them if they would be open to eating healthier but maybe go on walks together with you.

Be supportive. Be patient. Be kind. Be loving.

But most of all, let them see that you are those things.

Recovery can be slow going. It can take years and it certainly won’t happen overnight. Think of it as the deprogramming that comes when a person leaves a cult. They have to change their whole way of thinking, their viewpoint of themselves and the world, and that is a scary, exhausting, and herculean effort. Don’t try to scramble or rush to stuff them will anything and everything in an attempt to get weight back on. Doing that will only convince them to be sneakier or to turn to bulimia to get rid of it all.

Don’t use phrases like ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ and don’t use language that places blame. Mental illness is no one’s fault and you don’t get to blame someone for being mentally ill any more than you blame someone for catching a cold. Don’t cut them off from their friends or support networks but be firm in that you don’t want them visiting pro-Ana sites anymore.

However, you have to understand that unless the sufferer can see that they are hurting their bodies, unless they can see that they need to change or die, they aren’t going to. Just like with addiction, you can’t force someone to get better if they don’t want to. They have to want it for themselves. It takes an extreme act of will to get passed something like that and no amount of bribery, threats, punishments, or cajoling can force a person to want recovery for themselves. They must be willing to put in the work and effort and tears for themselves. Anything less is just a path towards relapse. However, getting professional help with their struggles, someone unbiased and who can help them pinpoint the root of the illness, is absolutely imperative for not just immediate help, but for long-term wellness.

I suppose the whole point of this post is to just…make this group known. To pull them out of the dark and into the light so that maybe if people could see what this is and the harm it does, they would realize that what sufferers are looking for isn’t the disease itself. It’s community. Togetherness. A kind ear to listen and not judge their tears or their fears. To not tell them that they’re crazy or that they’re sick and need help. To listen. And maybe, if they don’t feel so alone, they might be willing to seek help and there won’t be any more mothers burying their babies because of this disease.

With Peace and Passion.

Ta!

Resources:

Amani Latif did a wonderful final paper over on Slide Share doing a deep dive into the pro-ana community and it’s impacts on sufferers: http://www.slideshare.net/AmaniLatif/pro-ana-final-58807659

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Girl Autistic: Acceptance Over Awareness

I had been sinking silently beneath the brilliant blue-green waves of a storybook when I was brought sharply back to reality by a pointed order. Disapproval rained down on me from above and embarrassment swirled inside of me with my speeding pulse.

I felt…hot. Too warm and too enclosed. Like my skin was stretched too thin, too tightly around me. My mind felt like a clogged garbage disposal, everything too bright and too loud all ground up inside of me with nowhere to go. Every fiber and texture scratched and tore at me, driving into my brain with every touch. I couldn’t process it all. Everything was coming in all together leaving me drowning in sensation as my mind and body we’re left incapable of tuning out the slightest thing.

Florescent lights above flickered and hummed. I flickered too, coming in and out of myself in pulsing waves.

Out of myself.

Out of myself.

Out.

I wanted out. Out of it all. Out of this room with too many eyes and too much everything. With the scratchy chairs and the incessant flickering. I wanted to run away, screaming for the outside that was quiet, warmth, and open spaces. Open skies and maybe, just maybe, one day I could fly away from the mess of me that it all had made inside.

All I wanted to do was pretend I was somewhere else. To spend as much time as I could pretending to be in this magical, wonderful place where the world was just…different.

A world that was all my own.

Free of all of the noise, complexities, and the constant crush of people all around. My sister at my side gave me a nudge. A silent frown asked, ‘are you okay?’.

A shake of my head.

No. No, I was not at all okay.

My hands were shaking, eyes burning, stomach churning and mind reeling. But most of all? I was…scared. Scared of fucking everything because everything was too much. Everything was too close, too rough on my skin, too bright, and too painful. People’s brushes against me in a crowd were like electric shocks. Sound poured into my ears with all of the gentleness of a tsunami.

There was a tight, hard knot in the back of my throat that was unmoving and defiant.

On the outside, though… On the outside, I had to be…Absolutely. Fucking. Still.

It was as if no one around me could possibly see the storm on my insides if I stayed as still and silent as a statue.

If I didn’t move, they wouldn’t notice I was here.

During moments like this, you know that doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense. But its as if your brain only knows fight or flight in that moment. All you can think about is how to escape, whether it’s lashing out at someone to get them to leave you alone or literally bolting from the trigger.

You just want to get out of the public eye as quickly as you can before someone sees the last cognitive functions you possess crumble to nothing. Before they see you break into girl-sized pieces.

You’re a sheer, wet piece of silk wrapped tightly around a mass of brambles and thorns, trying desperately to hold it all in before your skin tears apart.

Meltdowns are terror and confusion and pain and exhaustion all in one. Worst of all, though, is the shame that comes afterward.

The horrified embarrassment.

All of the ‘you’re a grown ass woman, you should be able to handle this!’ or ‘you’re not a child anymore! Act like a fucking adult and calm down!‘. Sometimes even, ‘Why is she even here if she can’t handle a simple interaction?’ or ‘And she wants to be around kids? Should she even be allowed?’

That one always gets me. As if, just because I have different sensitivities or wiring, that I’m somehow incapable of caring for a child. That I have no right to possibly pass on my Autism. That I need someone there to oversee me so I don’t accidentally put the kid in the oven instead of the bassinet or something. Ridiculous.

Children are simple. Understanding. Accepting.

It’s the adults that are the problem.

God forbid we have to leave a place or stop an activity because of a meltdown. The shame is nigh unbearable then. All I want to do after is hide under my blankets alone and cry. Sometimes I would.

The older I get, the easier it is to manage. I suppose that is, in large part, due to the three years of Occupational Therapy, two different anti-depressants (even though they are actually prescribed for nerve pain and gastroparesis), and two different rounds in therapy to help me learn the coping skills I have today.

I don’t work anymore, which I’ve found to be an indescribable blessing that many women aren’t able to claim. I can stay home and sink into my special interests, spend time with my favorite small person, and hide away from the worst of my triggers. Working directly with the public had destroyed my ability to “pass” or to pretend to be neurotypical. It took me the entirety of my pregnancy and then some to get to a point where I was going more than a week without meltdowns or panic attacks.

If you are neurodiverse, retail is not for you. Stay very, very far away.

But, despite it all, I got there. I got there thanks to my amazing medical team. I got there thanks to my phenomenal family and support system.

Now, I’ve finished all of those years in OT, with my wonderful therapist, as well as three stints in physical therapy. I’m as healthy as I can be given my rather poor health and I like to think that I’m thriving.

Yes. I’m thriving.

However, not everyone is. There are so many of us out there.

Women with Autism like me.

Most don’t have the blessings of a partner who’s income allows them to stay home. Many don’t even understand why they’re so different, why doing and being is sometimes so, so hard. It’s getting better, slowly year by year, but it isn’t enough.

For every girl who goes through their lives unaware and so hurt and confused by her own self, that’s a failure. It’s a wrong committed that yearns to be righted. Obviously, we can’t identify and diagnose people. That’s for the doctors. What we can do is to be understanding. If you see someone struggling in a situation, even if you can’t understand why their upset or reacting the way they are, be a friend. Step in if you can.

Choose kindness over reproach.

Helping over commenting.

Affirmation over annoyance.

Acceptance over Awareness.

When you live that way, all the time trying to pass as “normal”. You get so very good at mirroring. Mimicking and blending in, always being on guard to adjut your behavior and mannerisms so that you seem just like everyone else. You create a mask, you change your colors to the same shade as the crowd. Eventually, you realize that you’ve passed so well and for so long that you don’t remember who you are underneath it all. When you try to stop, you realize that you can’t

It can take years and years to dismantle the mask, to find your own brilliant hues and shades again.

Let’s work towards a world where girls and boys, men and women, anyone and everyone, where no one ever has to feel the need to pass again.

Choose patience and compassion. Help us bring the girls lost beneath the masks back into the light. Help bring the lost girls home.

With Peace and Passion.

Ta!

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Activity to rest ratios with Neurowondervlog

This is an oldy but such a goodie! Amythest Schaber, in her series Ask An Autistic, is one of the best resources on Autism, especially in women, that I’ve found. In this video, she explains how those of us that have a neurodivergence, whether you’re Autistic or some other flavor, have to play a constant balancing game between our activities and resting.

For example, when I babysit my nephews or one of them sleeps over it can take me up to a whole day to recover from it. When I have a few days of activity in a row it can take three or four before I start feeling myself or, as I like to say, “like a real boy”.

Pinocchio needs a day off and a cup of coffee the size of his head.

This is a real issue that impacts mine and many of our lives in a very real way so thank you Amythest for explaining it in a better way than I could ever manage to myself! Thank you for making this available for our community and for continuing to be a wonderful advocate for the neurodiverse community as a whole!

With Peace and Passion!

Ta!