I started writing the night my brother died. Not because I had a plan, or because I thought it would become anything. I just didnโt know where else to put everything that was happening in my head. So I wrote to him. Iโm a neurodiverse writer, which basically means my brain doesnโt switch off neatly.… Continue reading The Night My Brother Died, I Started Writing to Him
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The Luggage Cart I Never Used โ And What It Taught Me About Asking for Help
Photo by Magda Ehlers on Pexels.com I have been traveling internationally for over twenty years. I know how to navigate airports. I know how to pack light. I know how to move through a busy terminal with my bags and not miss a beat. So when a taxi driver in Koh Samui, Thailand loaded my… Continue reading The Luggage Cart I Never Used โ And What It Taught Me About Asking for Help
Why Epilepsy Awareness Matters in Autism Discussions
Denby Williams Looking at the prevalence rate of epilepsy among autistic individuals, approximately 25-30% of children with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) will develop epilepsy in their lifetime. This is compared to the much lower prevalence rate of 1% among the general U.S. population. Much of the development occurs during puberty due to evolving hormonal shifts… Continue reading Why Epilepsy Awareness Matters in Autism Discussions
Meet Shawn: The Young Sib Who Made a Documentary โ And Why It Matters
Sometimes I stop and think about why I believe so deeply in Sibshops. And then something lands in my inbox that reminds me all over again. A mom recently shared a video with me โ made by her son, Shawn Torres-Viteri, a junior student who created a documentary for National History Day titled "The Amy… Continue reading Meet Shawn: The Young Sib Who Made a Documentary โ And Why It Matters
Accepting Help
Traveling alone in Thailand, I noticed something uncomfortable. The guides carried things.They navigated.They made sure I crossed busy streets safely.Hotel staff walked me out at night.They checked transportation.They made sure I arrived back safely. And my first instinct? โIโve got it.โ Not because I didnโt appreciate them.But because receiving help feltโฆ foreign. As siblings โ… Continue reading Accepting Help
