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  • My Special Boy

    When I had Felix, I pictured music lessons, school trips, and a life full of adventure. Instead, our world revolves around therapy, medical care, and constant supervision. I had to mourn the life I imagined for him, but what’s grown in its place is something just as powerful—a quieter kind of love that fills every… Read more

  • Correcting My Misconceptions

    I’ve grown and continue to learn. My journey of self-discovery involves understanding the importance of diverse perspectives and embracing the need for lifelong learning to truly evolve and contribute positively to society. Read more

  • The Truth About Sex

    No one told me the truth about sex before I had a lot of sex… Not the kind of truth that slides into schoolbooks or locker room talk or gets whispered at sleepovers under half-drunk breath. I had to live it. I had to wake up in someone’s bed with my soul scraped thin and Read more