My daughter has an autism diagnosis. I do not, although I suspect I would receive a diagnosis if I attempted to seek one.

We are two of the most emotionally sensitive, caring, loving, relationship-craving people you can imagine … it’s simply that our relationships don’t resemble the neurotypical default. It’s a difficult space to navigate. I’m glad we have each other.

Maybe the world will be more forgiving someday. Pieces like this could lead us there.


Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small.