“I was told to terminate his life because there was very little chance he would survive pregnancy. And if by some miracle he did, he would most certainly endure a life of suffering marked by severe disabilities.”
“He was 4 the first time kids told him he couldn’t play with them on the playground because he was black. I wasn’t prepared for any of it.”
“On my way to work, it became personal. The folks who charge the scooters at night placed them out in the morning—effectively blocking anyone from using the sidewalk. While others might be able to walk around the scooters, I didn’t have that choice.”
“When Harry was almost 3-years-old he was also diagnosed with Autism and my guilt and grief intensified.”
“Our children are in a devastating emotional state! Talk to teachers and professionals who have been working in the field for the last 15 years.”
“That urge to peek at the last page of my story has gone away. My heart feels secure. I am ok not with autism, but certainly with Sadie.”
“We decided to teach Jackson to fight back. We helped him realize that he can be confident and proud of who he is.”
With having a moderate case of progeria and knowing I aged faster, I was terrified I would never find someone to love me for who I was.