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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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I think about the many invisible struggles, the empty places I have had to fill for my kids. The bridges I’ve had to build.
Unwritten social rules might as well not exist for me. The only reason I can read them at all is because I’ve forced myself to learn them.
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Nukumori can refer to a kind of existence not dependent on physical proximity, allowing a person’s presence to linger with you even if they cannot.
There are two gay men in “My Best Friend’s Wedding.” There’s Rupert Everett, then there’s the gay man I wanted to be—Julia Roberts’ character, Julianne Potter.
The thing my mom told me to do—“Save twenty percent for yourself. Never give one hundred percent to anyone.”—was not selfish after all. Not when thinking about my own survival.