DISCOVERY: Health & Stigma

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I am a Hostile Witness to the barriers to treatment for mental, chronic, physical, and community health. If a trained advocate like me has this much trouble navigating the opaque system, the rest of you are fucked. Let’s unfuck the barriers together.

Let’s Count Compliments Not Insults

Why do we hang on to the slights from other people but forget the compliments? For no reason today, I remembered the words of a friend of mine when we were in college. She called me on the phone about nine o’clock one forgettable night and started the conversation by saying, “Man, there is just […]


Am I a Helicopter Parent?

I Hate Bubble Wrap: Could I Still Be a Helicopter Parent? There’s something clearly wrong with me. I don’t like going to the swimming pool. I capitulated and bought a summer membership to the Shaw Park Pool near where we live because what kind of a selfish mother would I be to deprive my children […]


Learning To Ride a Bike

When your child has a hard time learning to ride a bike This is the first year my son Devlin has been old enough to attend MO-FEAT’s Lose the Training Wheels Bicycle Camp. MO-FEAT stands for Missouri Families for the Effective Autism Treatment. It kicks ass. A dozen families and their Special Needs Kid met in a high […]


I’m Waiting For the Cancer Call

Waiting for the Cancer Call First off, I have had A LOT of caffeine, so hold on. Also, it’s my birthday. It is also Prince’s birthday and Tom Jones’ birthday. We’re all going for Sundowners later. It’s Tom’s turn to pay. I’m one of those annoying people who loves everyone else’s birthday and likes to skulk […]


Discipline Does Not Cure Autism

It was a bit tense to get Devlin’s hair cut over the weekend. VVegaz Salon is about a half mile from my house. The sun was shining so the twins and I decided to walk to The Loop for his appointment. The entrance to our neighborhood abuts a moderately busy street which was unusually congested […]


You Are An Autism Obsession

Autism Obsession I am the object of someone’s obsession. To be exact, a nine year old boy (not related to me) with autism. My son and I see him on Saturdays for a social skills group in which he and my son learn to connect with other boys on the autism spectrum.  I am not […]


Don’t Call Me Brave: Last Day of Radiation

Don’t Call Me Brave. I don’t know why I feel drawn to Quentin Tarantino movies on this day, my last day of radiation. I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to find an appropriate quote from a Quentin Tarantino movie to commemorate my last day of radiation but I got bogged down by all the killing and maiming dialogue. I’ve […]


Halfway Through Radiation Therapy

Halfway through radiation therapy We are half way through radiation, bitches! Even into my third week of treatment, the oddness of the whole experience washes over me every once in a while. Take today, for instance. Only one of my familiar crew was there for my treatment. Four or five other technicians were milling around […]