04/28/2026
Hello new parent, potential parent, and especially pregnant women.
It’s me. Your worst nightmare.
And don’t worry I can’t actually hear your thoughts, but I sure as heck can FEEL them!! I see you looking at us, sneakin a peak, sending out a lil gratitude that IT’S ME and NOT YOU with a sick and disabled kid. And … now you’re now feelin like your good deeds and excellent medical/dietary/research behavior saved you from my fate - you’re absolutely WRONG but whatever helps you sleep at night.
Anyways I’ve spent years trying to make peace with this strange sensation but I still feel it every. single. time. I’m in public with Owen. Like me simply existing reminds you that it coulda been worse? Barf, I don’t like it but I’m stuck with it - and every disability mom on the planet knows this feeling 💔
Can I fix it? Probably not in this lifetime but I am putting my whole heart into sharing our experience in the hopes that my presence no longer generates fear in society but a desire to express kindness and acceptance instead. How am I doin so far?