“In a second, it all changed. I ran to the bathroom screaming with my hands over my mouth. I jumped in the tub, turned the cold water on. It felt like acid. The pain was like nothing on this earth. Soon, my left foot started to rot. I was a true zombie. I had no clue who my family was, I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror.”
“I saw the son, his mannerisms – the way he walked on his toes, flapped his hands and stimmed. I knew instantly he had autism. He had mannerisms similar to my Gabe. I made my way over to him.”
“I remember being so mad. ‘Why should everyone else have to cater to HIS needs? If HE has the problem, it’s not MY problem.’ Then I became a parent.”
“I don’t know any other disabled business owners. I hope making the world more accessible will afford others the opportunities I never had.”
“I walked in and there was Aaron, sitting quietly with a 6-pack. ‘He’s only had a couple,’ I told myself. I said a silent prayer.”
“I was found cowering, fetal position, in the space between the washer and dryer. My legs, once strong from years of softball, no longer supported my own weight.”
“’She’s just a kid, why does she have migraines?’ Family and friends didn’t empathize. I thought getting a diagnosis would clear up the ‘hypochondriac talk,’ but it made it worse.”
“Our tiny baby had an IV in his foot. Watching a team of nurses poke your baby with a needle is such a helpless feeling.”
“I did catastrophic damage to my bones trying to live a normal life. It’s all I wanted, just to be normal. Soon, I lost the ability to walk.”
“The doctor said, ‘He may go home on oxygen.’ Little did they know the stubbornness I had. The love of a mother determined to get her baby home.”
