autism and girls
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Hearing the cars outside just highlights that I need to get to sleep. The moonlight peeks through the blinds in our bedroom. I need to sleep. I do not know when she will wake me up. My four-year-old has a horrible sleep track record. Most nights I take the midnight shifts to let my hubby…
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The blood is racing through my body to the point I think it is going to burst my veins. My hands grip the shopping cart handle as I whisk us away from the older man. I feel light, euphoric even. Surreal does not even begin to describe it. For once, I said the right thing…
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Guilt is a fickle mistress who cheats on you with your heart. While stinging your wound with citrus, it attacks and tears you apart. Guilt can linger like a bad date. It twists and turns your core. It is only when you grab the reins to your fate Because guilt can’t live here anymore.
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Watching my five-year-old tear around the school playground after school makes me ask myself if I was once that carefree. I realize that I must have begun for the first ten years of my life. I have small memories of after school play dates and skating club parties. That all changed the summer before…
Danielle Christopher 