This post is brought to you by a particularly nasty comment on my last post, written by someone who thinks they’re anonymous. It never made it to the light of day because I promptly trashed it. Months ago
I read a post from a friend today and something clicked – the missing pieces from my last post on how inclusion is inconvenient. Rather than try to edit or add to that one, I decided to simply write
Dear people, I have a message for you: inclusion is inconvenient. In fact, inclusion can be frustrating, expensive, annoying, disagreeable, and come at great personal cost. After all, it is hardly your fault that these individuals should be
I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.
My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts.