Tag Archive for: Hubby

To-Go Mugs, Gut Checks, and the Quiet Poetry of Coming Home

Just got back from camping with my husband. I should say “with my husband and Bean,” but it never really feels like we travel with her. More like she leads the way, and we, soft-footed and perpetually under-caffeinated, stumble after her—carrying the bags, meds, toys, and diapers. All the things. It was fun, yes. Bean […]

It’s Not You, It’s… Actually Me: Therapy, Autism, and Learning to Be Enough

Let’s get this part out of the way: My therapist has sent me two Autism evaluations. And I keep telling her—I’m autistic. Like, this isn’t news to me. It’s not a surprise. But apparently, getting the paper trail matters. For a long time, I minimized it. I masked it. I overcompensated. I played the part […]