“I knew I couldn’t act on it because of my religious upbringing. My attraction to women didn’t matter, and I was going to ignore it.”
“I knew I couldn’t act on it because of my religious upbringing. My attraction to women didn’t matter, and I was going to ignore it.”
“One morning, Larry found a lump in his arm. He cried out, ‘I feel like I’m going to die!’ At 42 years old, I didn’t want to be a widow. How would I ever live without him?”
“In our journey to open our home and our hearts, I failed to find true, honest, and comforting resources to show me what I could expect. So here I am, closing the gap.”
“I started passing out in stairwells and parking lots at just 15 years old. We thought it was a ‘fluke.’ My potassium was low, no big deal. After years with no answers and countless misdiagnoses, a neuropsychiatrist finally said, ‘Felicia, have you ever experienced trauma?’ My husband encouraged me to come clean.”
“My mom experienced REPEATED rejection while searching for jobs, and was told she wasn’t a good communicator. It’s not an IMPAIRMENT, it’s something to be proud of.”
“He now gleefully puts on his backpack.”
“I stopped and took a breath. A real, deep breath. The first in 26 years. The moment my car door closed, I burst into tears. I was completely, utterly over the moon.”
“The moment he told me, I broke down in tears, realizing our relationship had to end. Deep down, I knew this it was different.”
“Everything I’ve done and figured out in the wake of his death has been a first-hand, trial and error experience. This year, we did things a little differently.”
“I remember being in a lot of pain and visiting the first aid room at school and being sent away, as it was most likely ‘growing pains.’ I have to accept I can’t get a role as physical as I’d like, but this is part of having a disability, learning what you can and can’t do.”