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 an author, speaker, an expert on mental disability. She is autistic and has bipolar disorder. She's the author of more than fifteen books that center mental disability, an eclectic mix, including an IPPY-award-winning series of romantic suspense novels and four essay collections on mental health and trauma (two of which won national awards). After earning her master's from the Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars, she earned her law degree and doctorate in rhetoric. She works toward accessibility for everyone. A professor of writing, she lives in Chapel Hill, NC, with her family and horses.
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