Finding a World Big Enough for My Twice-Exceptional Kids
Every day, when my kids come home from school, the first thing I ask them—like most parents do—is about school. But unlike most parents, I do not expect my kids to say that school was fine.
This is a monthly column by Katie Rose Pryal about family life, mental illness, and raising disabled kids as a disabled parent.
You’re face to face with greatness, and it’s strange
You don’t even know how you feel
PleasePlease tell Nine to be more aware
Be more aware?
playhang outcome over
If you could have only one wish, what would it be and why?
There were just too many wishes
You must dance to the beatYou only get one wish
We’re going to need a little more room
HereYou have space here, for now.
Katie is a novelist, essayist, and erstwhile law professor in Chapel Hill, NC. Her fiction includes Entanglement, Chasing Chaos, and Fallout Girl. Her nonfiction includes Life of the Mind Interrupted: Mental Health and Disability in Higher Education. Katie has contributed to Quartz, The Chronicle of Higher Education, The (late, great) Toast, Dame Magazine, Paste Magazine, and more. You can connect with Katie on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter, all at @krgpryal, on her blog at katieroseguestpryal.com, and through her e-letter at pryalnews.com.
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