Life On The B Side

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On Advocacy August 15, 2018

Just a little light bed time conversation at 8:20pm on a random Tuesday.

 

Me: How was your day honey?

 

Jay: I had pizza. The other kids had tacos but I don’t like tacos so I got pizza.

 

Me: How do you feel about that?  That you got to have pizza but the other kids had to have the tacos?

 

Jay: I feel lucky.

 

Me: Did any of the other kids say anything to you about it?

 

Jay: Well, Aiden asked me how come I got pizza and I told him it’s because I have a card that says if they are serving food I don’t like I can have something else.  I told him I got the card because my mom got it for me and maybe he should ask his mom to get him one.

 

Me: Do you know what it’s called when you ask for what you want because it’s something you deserve; not just something you’d like to have?

 

Jay:  No.

 

Me: Advocacy.  I advocated for you to get that card because I know that you are not just choosing to be difficult with the food.  You have a right to get other options.  Just like kids who are in wheelchairs have a right to have ramps installed.

 

Jay (rolling the word around his tongue): Avocacy.  Like, I can avodicacy for anything I want.

 

Me: Well, it’s best if you save it for something really meaningful and like I said, something that you are entitled to.  Not just something you WANT.  And you have to know that it’s not always as easy as me asking for a card for you.  Sometimes you’ll get what you ask for and sometimes you won’t and sometimes you’ll get denied at first and then you’ll have to try again and again before you get it.  It can be hard but it’s very important that we all learn how to advocate for ourselves so we can be safe and well taken care of and fully included.  And it’s also important that we learn how to advocate for other people who can’t do it for themselves and may need our help.  Do you understand?

 

Jay: Yes. I am going to tell Aiden to avo avo avocate for himself next summer so he can get pizza too.

 

 

 

*I don’t think he quite gets it – yet.  It’s all about the pizza right now.  That’s perfectly ok. But I want to plant the seeds early so he will grow up in the knowledge that his needs are worth fighting for and that it’s not wrong to advocate for your rights.

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The Hole In My Lid June 28, 2018

Filed under: ADHD,Autism,Family,Life on the Jay train,Marriage,Special Needs Kids — The B Side @ 11:56 am
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Soooo, what’s been up?

It’s been a while since I wrote.

Whatever I’ve missed is going to have to remain missed.  Today, I’m diving into our most recent news.

 

My boys have been away for just about 2 weeks and I feel empty.  I miss them something awful.  I always miss them when they go to spend extended time with their father but for some reason this trip has been extra hard.  I can’t get my stomach to settle.  It could be because we’ve been hit with a series of bad news over the past few months so I am feeling more emotional than usual (which is saying a lot).  It could also be that time is inexplicably speeding up and they are growing up faster than they used to and it’s making me a bit panicky.

Ace happily and artfully sailed through his entire 6th grade year like a champ and it only took about 2 weeks.  It was just last month, (wasn’t it?), that we were touring the middle school and everything about it seemed so daunting.  I was so worried about how my baby would navigate that new environment.  He amazed me in all the ways.  Socially and academically.  His final report came in and I am blown away.  It’s the best report he’s EVER gotten and my heart could just burst.

I haven’t gotten Jays final report as yet, but I have every reason to believe he did a great job as well.  He’s going to enter his final year of elementary school in September and then he too will be off to middle school.  I’m really struggling with that.  Let’s not talk about it.  Thanks.

 

In other news

Shaunie and I went to Jamaica to:

  1. Attend her Grandfathers funeral. It was really great and sad, but wonderful.
  2. See my Aunty. It was awesome and heavyhearted.  I was happy there but leaving was hard.  Really hard.
  3. Attend my uncle’s high school graduation. (My Grandad had a son when he was 72).  It was good but weird.

 

I’ll write a post about the trip later.

In the meantime, while we were gone, Grandma in New Jersey underwent surgery.  Some sad medical news hit my family.  Also, there were big shake-ups at work.  How the work shake-ups may or may not affect me is still to be determined.

 

I know this post wasn’t that interesting but I needed to “stick a hole in my lid”.  You get that reference right?  In a coffee cup lid, there’s the one hole that we drink out of and then there’s the (very important but easily dismissed) hole on the other end that lets the steam out.  My internal steam was building and this blog is my tiny hole.

 

If you are the praying type, please keep our family in your prayers.  It can’t hurt.

 

My boys come back this weekend.  I am ready to see them and hug them.  That’s the good news, so I’ll end there.

xoxo

 

 

4 Square Wars May 24, 2018

The name of the game lately has been conflict resolution – And truth be told, that’s tricky for me.

  1. I’m not great at forgiving people or working through conflicts. I don’t say that to brag.  I recognize it as one of my (many) weaknesses.
  2. I didn’t have these issues when I was in 4th grade so I don’t have any parenting examples to pull from.

 

Jay has been coming home from school complaining about the kids in his before and after care program.  To hear him tell it, they call him names and are mean to him; basically, he’s being bullied.  I know my kid though.  I know sometimes his communication is a little off (due to his autism) and I also know that sometimes he’s the instigator who then only tells one side of a story (due to his winning personality).  I needed more information before I went barreling into the school to demand action.

 

Flash back to a couple evenings ago

Jay hops into the car and immediately complains to me about “the mean kids”.  When we get home, he doesn’t stop.  He sits on my bed and continues.  He no longer wants to attend that program he tells me.  He’s over it – and them.

I ask him a bunch of questions so that I can get a full, and accurate picture.  Is he being singled out?  Is the staff aware and what have they done about it?  Has anyone hit him or otherwise physically assaulted him?  Does he say mean things to them or is he unreasonably difficult/bossy first?  Is the main perpetrator encouraging other students to be mean to him also?  How old are the kids he’s having problems with?  Do they understand what is expected of them?

The answers only leave me more unsure.  He says what he’s supposed to say to make his point and to validate himself as the victim, but …

There are little smiles and smirks (that he tries to hide) when I ask about him being mean or difficult.  He shifts his body and holds his head down, sneaking glances at me when I ask if he’s really being bullied, or if he just doesn’t like not getting his way all the time.  To the question about the age of the “problem kids” he tells me that one of them is in 1st grade; that makes him 5 yrs old compared to Jays 10 years.  (That doesn’t excuse him in Jays mind)

 

We spent most of the time talking about one child in particular.  This is someone who was (is) his friend.  Being my son, Jay is ready to end this friendship due to their misunderstandings at after care.  Apparently this friend, accused Jay of something.  Jay then proved he had not done that thing.  The friend apologized but Jay was having a REALLY HARD TIME forgiving the friend for accusing him in the first place.

We had a lengthy talk, and (fighting my personal inclination) I told him that people deserve 2nd chances and we talked about accepting genuine apologies and about how being a good friend works 2 ways.  Being forgiven and being forgiving.  We talked about how mistakes do happen and there are misunderstandings that happen between people all the time; whether they are friends or brothers or wives or coworkers.  I reminded him of times when he needed to be forgiven by his brother and reinforced that if we never acknowledged our own errors or our role in mix-ups then we would go through life being very lonely because we will push everyone away.  We talked about being understanding but not so much that we are being taken advantage of or opening ourselves up to be abused.  I told him that this is something he will have to deal with many more times in his life so he needed to learn how to handle it in a way that was healthy.

He was resolute.  The friendship was over.  He absolutely could not forgive the offense.  He was too vexed/hurt.

I felt him in that.  I know that stubbornness well.

I suggested that he not make a decision right then but take the rest of the evening/night to think about it and to see if he had it in him to talk to the friend the next day and fix their relationship.

 

I am happy to report that the next day he initiated a conversation and he and the friend “were able to work it out”.  Jay even told the friend that he was sorry for not accepting the initial apology.  I thought that was very big of him.

I also had a talk with the staff at the after-care program.  They gave me some insight.  He’s not being bullied.  Apparently all this fuss is over a game called 4 square.  It has become a real problem.  It’s all the kids favourite game, but it also brings on some intense arguing/shit talking/accusations of cheating etc.  (Jay confirmed this as well).  The staff did agree to facilitate a talk with the kids and act as mediators.  Since it has become such an issue, if this mediation doesn’t fix the problem, they will ban the game from being played altogether.

 

I honestly don’t remember anything like this in my elementary school days.  It’s a little crazy to me but here we are.  Wish us luck going forward.  I don’t want Jay to have such a hard heart when it comes to forgiveness.  I also don’t want him to get bullied for real, so there is a part of me that’s happy about him not taking anyones crap.  I don’t want him crapping on anyone else either though and by all accounts, he’s dishing it as much as he’s taking it.  All the kids are.  Yikes!  What a balancing act this whole raising children gig is.

 

Letting Off Steam May 2, 2018

Filed under: ADHD,Autism,Family,Marriage,Special Needs Kids — The B Side @ 10:13 am
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I just need to vent a little.  Let off some steam if you will.
So, I have this “aunt” who is a vocal fan of #45.  I put aunt in quotes because neither her nor my uncle who she’s married to are biologically related to me.
She posted this whole thing on Facebook about how he’s the greatest president ever.  Apparently his accomplishments include lowering taxes and wiping out ISIS.
I was itching to comment on it.  I typed up some questions for her and then deleted them all.  Partly, because I promised Shaunie that I would cool it with the politics on FB (due to her job) and partly because I feel like there is no reasoning with people like her.  If she’s confident enough to post that crap knowing all the other horrible things there are to know about him, then, hell …… what could I possibly say to her that would make a difference?
I checked back on her post a couple of times to see if anybody else (especially anybody I knew) had either “liked” it or commented on it.  So far, nothing.
The thing is, I don’t feel good about leaving it alone.  I feel like a fraud.
I feel like leaving things alone is a huge part of the worlds problems.  Nobody wants to rock the boat, or cause a stir, or get into an uncomfortable argument.  I get it.  But it’s frustrating as hell too.
……………
*Just so when I read this again years from now, I’ll remember what happened – Kanye West made some comments to TMZ (a celebrity gossip site) and among other asinine things, he said that for slavery to have lasted as long as it did, it seems to him, that people chose to remain enslaved.*
That to me, feels kinda like a coworker I had who once told me that Jay (who is autistic and has a lot of struggles and challenges associated with it) was so lucky that he got extra time to complete tests in school and that it wasn’t fair to her son (who is neuro-typical and fully capable, but kind of lazy) because he didn’t get extra time.
Her and Kanye are both totally clueless about real life shit and they can both eff all the way off in my opinion.
 
When I watched the video though, I couldn’t help but notice all the people in the TMZ room who heard the crap Kanye was saying and just stood there, with no rebuttal.  The ONLY person to say something was the 1 black guy who was there.  All the white people in that newsroom are just like all the people who heard that comment about Jays “good fortune” and just sat there silently, even though they knew the situation.  And unfortunately, just like all the white people I’ve known in my life who have heard their friends and family say racist crap but chose to ignore it rather than speak up because they didn’t want things to be uncomfortable. Well, guess what? It was uncomfortable for me.  I guess that was the lesser of the 2 evils to them.  
Vent complete.  Happy friggin Wednesday.
 

Cash Crops Coming April 24, 2018

The other day I posted the below on Facebook.  (Real names edited to protect the innocent)

 

Me: I should get some more plants for in here. I love them so much. All that greenery. It’s just so beautiful. Yup, that’s what I need. More plants. Give me all the pants. All different kinds of plants. Big ones and small ones. I’ll take such good care of them. It will be great. And our air will be so fresh and clean. MORE PLANTS!!!

Shaunie: Nope. I’m not living in a jungle. We have enough.

Ace: Nope. You’ll just kill them like you did all the others. It’s not fair to the plants to be left in your care. You are a plant murderer.

Jay: Go ahead Mom. Do what makes you happy. Get your plants if you want to. I believe in you. You’ll keep them alive this time.

#MyLife

 

 

I have an update.

In social studies, Jay has been learning about Americas first colonists and about the revolutionary war.  It’s actually pretty cool that we live in Virginia because so much of the story played out in our back yard.  We have a couple of famous battlefields right in our town.  The house that George Washington was raised in, is a stones throw away.   Thomas Jeffersons home of Monticello is a history lovers must-see and interested visitors can tour the Yorktown Battle field which was the site of the last major battle of the American Revolution.  Around these parts, kids take school field trips to places like Jamestowne and Colonial Williamsburg.   But I digress.  *My kids get their chattiness honestly*

Like I was saying, Jay has been learning about colonial Virginia and you can’t talk about colonial Virginia without talking about tobacco.  He has learned that tobacco was a “cash crop”.  You know what that is … A crop produced so you can sell it and make money as opposed to a crop produced solely for the owners use or enjoyment.

 

What does this have to do with my love of plants you ask?  Well, I’ll tell you.

First though, you need to know that Jay came home very excited because he had found a 4 leaf clover so of course that meant he would have good luck.  In an effort to protect his 4 leaf clover, he placed it inside a zip loc bag (not sealed so oxygen could get in), then he placed it by the window where most of my plants are so they can get adequate sunlight.  Since he was over there, I asked him to water my plants; and he happily obliged.  Somehow this led to the boys counting my plants (7 thriving) and Ace having a grand time teasing me, yet again, about the sad state of one of my bamboo plants.  I had 2 and only 1 of them is currently doing well.  Jay was quick to come to my defense.  I love that kid.  The 4 of us got into quite the lively and funny conversation about whether or not I should get more plants.  Clearly I need to replace the 1 dying bamboo so that the 1 that’s doing well can have a buddy.  Jay was ready to fund it with his piggy bank money.  Ace and Shaunie were totally opposed to the idea.

THEN, I had the BRILLIANT idea of asking Jay if HE would like a plant (or 2) of his own that HE could take care of.  He was quick to say yes.

LOOPHOLE!!!!!!

 

Shaunie couldn’t say no to Jay having his own plants to tend – even if she gave me a wicked side eye while agreeing.  She did make a slight alteration and suggested that he grow something besides flowers.  Something like tomatoes maybe.  Jay was all for it and said “that’s a great idea, instead of just flowers, I’ll grow a cash crop and we can sell what I grow”.   So now, we have a plan to go to the store this weekend and purchase all the necessary things to grow tomatoes … (and maybe carrots and bell peppers as well cause I think those are pretty easy and I have a hard time just buying 1 thing when I hit up a garden section … but don’t tell anyone I said that).

 

Can’t Tell He’s Autistic April 23, 2018

We heard it again this past weekend.  “No!  Really?  I would have had no idea.  You can’t tell at all.”  It was said by someone who has spent one hour every Saturday morning with our son for the past couple of months.  It’s the response I get most frequently when I tell people that Jay is autistic – even people who know him on some level.  I understand why people react that way.

People expect to see rocking back and forth or hand flapping.  They have come to learn that loud behavioural outbursts mean “autism”.  They assume that a non-verbal 10 year old or a toddler who is lining up toys and watching wheels spin has autism.  Also, that one “weird” kid who is opening and closing the window blinds while all the other kids are playing tag.  Yup, definitely autistic.

They do NOT see my boy being chatty and funny and polite and coordinated and engaged and expressing emotion and playing appropriately and making eye contact and being aware of danger – and think that’s Autism.  I am not saying this is a good thing or a bad thing.  I believe it has both helped and hurt him in the past.  I believe it will continue to both help and hurt him in the future.

I just say this to show that autism is not always visible.  It’s a neurological disorder (or just a different order) which means it’s a brain (dys)function.  How that manifests itself in people varies wildly.

 

You may be wondering then what does make Jay autistic.  How do we know he is autistic if he doesn’t exhibit any of the traditional traits.

2 things.

  1. The boy he is today, is not the boy he always was. We have worked really hard to get him to a place where he can live comfortably – in a world that’s not really ready to accommodate him – while respecting and honoring and celebrating and holding tightly onto his uniqueness.
  2. Even with all the work that we (Jay, parents, school staff) have done, his brain still processes things in a different way from non-autistic peoples – and that is obvious to us in subtle ways on a daily basis.

 

Jay is fortunate that he has a brother who not only understands his brain but is only a year older than he is so they enjoy much of the same things.  They play/work really well together.  Outside of that, friendship is hard for Jay.  He doesn’t always understand the rules of engagement.  He has learned how to navigate a lot of social situations, but children are unpredictable.  They seldom follow set rules which leaves Jay confused and sort of playing catch-up trying to figure out exactly what is happening or what is expected.  Having a friend means caring about what someone else is interested in even if you are not interested in it.  This does not come naturally to Jay.  He doesn’t understand why he has to pretend to like something that he doesn’t like just because it will make someone else feel better.  To him, this feels like a lie.  And we tell him that lying is bad.  These are difficult things to explain.

Jay gets very anxious over things that other people can easily shake off.  So anxious that it can affect his entire day and night and he will wake up the next day still hampered by the previous days “event”.  That event could be:  Being 5 minutes off his schedule, having to eat something besides pizza for dinner on a Friday, losing a game of Pictionary or being called handsome instead of cute because in his mind when someone says “you are not cute, you are handsome”, all he registers is “you are not cute” and that’s an insult.

His is a tricky autism.  He understands SO much of how the rest of us think.  He loves a good joke.  He is pretty good at recognizing sarcasm, but there is also a lot he does not understand.  He’ll engage in a conversation assuming that whoever he is talking to has all the back story and history about the topic at hand.  I often have to jump in to either clarify things for him or add some context to whoever he’s conversing with.  I can only imagine what happens when I am not there.

I am glad he doesn’t have tantrums (anymore), but we are constantly trying to figure out what is causing him to behave the way he does.  Asking him does help, but words are unreliable.

 

Here is an email we got from his teacher last week.  It’s pretty typical of how life is.

 

Good Afternoon!

I wanted to touch base quickly about Jay.  He has been such a joy to have this year and is always so happy.  The past couple of weeks he has seemed a little different – not quite as happy.  Last week I wanted to attribute it to being gone on spring break for a week, and not being on a regular routine for a week may have thrown him off, but it continued into this week as well.  He seems to be upset coming from [his before-care place] in the morning, and has a very hard time moving on from what happened there in the morning, which I’ve seen before, but I am usually able to help him get over it.  He has almost seemed “ornery”, to be honest.  He has not been bad in any way, I just wanted to bring it up to you to see if there had been any other changes for him that he’s having a hard time adjusting to, or if you have seen any change in his behavior at home.  Also, just to let you know, Jay came in very hungry this morning, and he said he ate breakfast at the [before-care], but he wouldn’t tell me what he had eaten.  I suggested he eat the banana from his lunch, which he did, but then later he seemed to get even more upset about food, because it turned out that the breakfast he had eaten had been his lunch for today!  I had him buy lunch because all he had left was popcorn.  Maybe he’s going through a growth spurt and that’s what is affecting his mood!

 

Have a great weekend!

 

 

I am really so appreciative of his teachers.  He’s always had teachers who genuinely care about him and try really hard to help him and they communicate with us when there’s something off.

Only time will tell what any of this means for my little boy and how adulthood will look on him.  My little autistic boy who does chores, takes the same tests as all the other kids in his general ed class, can negotiate his little butt off, is usually ok with last minute changes, loves to socialize, isn’t bothered by bright lights, loud sounds or itchy materials, sleeps well and has shown a willingness to try new foods … but for whom there are few “minor” inconveniences.  Things are all or nothing.  Black or white.  Very VERY good or “the worse EVER“.

 

 

I replied to his teacher and the below was how she closed out her last response.  I really do feel grateful that he has such a supportive team who don’t get annoyed at the things he doesn’t instinctively understand but who try to meet him where he is no matter how many times they’ve been down that same road.

 

We have talked many times about “being a duck” and letting the problem roll like water off his back.  Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, as Jay isn’t always able to see past the literal meaning of the phrase!  🙂  Jay makes me smile every single day, and I love having him in class.  Hopefully he will be back to his “always happy” self soon!

 

God bless the teachers!  That is all.

 

We Are All X-Men April 17, 2018

I didn’t spend much of my childhood watching super hero cartoons, and I wasn’t a comic book reader, other than when we visited my Grandads sister, whose son had a box full of Archie comics.  Thanks to my sons however, I am now well versed in all things super hero.  I know real names, side kicks, back stories, powers, enemies … the lot.

I very quickly figured out who my favourites were.  The X-Men.   Of course, you gotta like Wolverine’s willingness to fight for justice, even with all his emotional brokenness and you gotta feel sympathy for Rogue who’s just a young girl who wants to be normal and experience normal things, and anyone with any decency can appreciate Charles Xaviers outreach efforts and desire to be peaceful but, personally I really relate to Magneto.  Techniclly, he’s the “bad guy”, but in terms of ideology, I’m with him.

 

“They wish to cure us. But I say to you we are the cure! The cure for that infirm, imperfect condition called “Homo sapiens!”

 

Magneto, or Erik if you’re cool with him, makes no apologies for his Mutation.  He revels in it;  Celebrates it; And has no tolerance for those who would look for ways to control mutants or worse, make them extinct.

 

His methods may not be on the up and up, but think about how many people who are different, live their ENTIRE lives feeling the pain brought on by other peoples fear?  Think about how many children are told that yes they are loved, but can they just tone themselves down a bit.  Be less obvious.  Blend in.

So much of autism therapy is aimed at stomping out as many of the Obviously Autistic traits that a person has.  We train our children not to stim, to make prolonged eye contact, to play only with “age appropriate” items.  We use words like, cure and fix and broken and hardship and nightmare and burden.

So many LGBT+ youth spend years trying to be something they are not.  They know what will be tolerated and what won’t.  No pink anything for boys and no buzz cuts for girls.  No talk of same sex attraction.  Definitely cannot question gender.  I mean, we barely expect boys to wash dishes or for girls to take out garbage.

 

And what do we do?  Those of us who are broken, sissies or otherwise not what we know our parents wish we were?

We pretend.  We hide.  We lash out.  We detach.  We self-harm.  We self-medicate.

None of it is good or sustainable;  And whether those unhealthy behaviours come to an end in a good way or a bad way depends on many factors.

 

Archangel, (in the comics), comes from millionaire, mutant-bigoted parents who sign guardianship of him over to Professor X.  In the movie, The Last Stand, however, Angels father has developed an inoculation to suppress the X-gene that gives mutants their abilities and offer the “cure” to any mutant who wants it.  We see Angel as a child, who knows his fathers negative views of mutants, trying to saw his feathered wings off his own back.  He has grown up thinking there is something wrong with him.  He does not want to be a mutant.  There are tears and blood everywhere.    When he is discovered in the bathroom, his fathers disappointment and horror is evident.  “No!  Not YOU !

We see Angel as a young man, very reluctantly agreeing to have his mutation stripped away by his fathers injection.  For his whole life, this thing has caused him unnecessary emotional and physical trauma.  He tries to hide, then he tries to mutilate, then he pretends – until finally, even though he knows how much it will anger his father and he understands that his action will likely mean their relationship is over, just as he is about to get the shot, he breaks free and flies out the window unable to take it all anymore.  Nothing is worth more than being his true self, in all his winged glory.

 

Replace the words mutant and powers with autistic or gay and (Arch)Angels story could be anyones story.

 

…Angels father developed an inoculation to suppress the X-gene that gives autistics their traits and offers the cure…

…He has grown up thinking there is something wrong with him.  He does not want to be autistic…

…He is ashamed of his struggle with sexuality and tries everything he can to numb his feelings and to prevent his father from finding out, including constant lying, avoiding being at home – even if that means sleeping in his car, cutting himself or drinking himself into oblivion…

…We see Angel as a young man, very reluctantly agreeing to go to conversion therapy, just to please his dad, even though he doesn’t feel like there is anything wrong with him…

…We see Angel as a young man, knowing that he would benefit from ADHD medication but choosing not to take it so as not to upset his father because taking it would mean admitting that something was “wrong” with him…

…Until finally, even though he knows how much it will anger his father and he understands that his action will likely mean their relationship is over, he just cannot take it anymore and decides to live a free and open and honest and healthy life…

 

I’ve lived some of those scenarios above (or something resembling them) and was well on my way to passing them onto my children.  It took me years to see Jays autism, as something other than a tragedy.  To be able to give him a sense of pride in his autistic brain.  I fought so hard against Ace being on any time of ongoing medication.  Not my baby.  That’s for other parents who want to change their kid and make them into a zombie.  It took me over 20 years to stop spouting out the anti-gay rhetoric that I was raised to believe in and another 15 before I willingly admitted to being in a relationship with a woman.

What a waste of time it all was.

 

Certainly, not all the mutants are good.  Just as not all autistic people are nice and not all gay people are loyal and not all women are reasonable and not all straight, white men are ethical.  That doesn’t mean that illogical and unreasonable fear of those who are different from you should be excused or justified.  That thinking is damaging to the vast majority who are just trying to live their best lives.  I whole-heartedly believe that people should be free to be themselves and that we should all be comfortable asking for help if we need it and be proud of who we are, as long as we are putting respect and compassion out into the world.

 

 

Lastly, in case you were wondering why the heck I chose to spend time writing about the X-Men today of all days?

Honestly, it’s just cause I had some free time last Sunday and it was on Hulu so I watched it.