By the third grade, I took changing schools for granted. I was on my eighth school placement. Some had lasted only a few weeks, some an enitre school year, but eventually I either wore out my welcome, or adults removed me for my own safety…(read more)
I am beyond honored to be guest posting over at NeuroQueer. Please check it out.
It's Bridget's Word 
I commented over there, but I’ll say it here too: “This was a very heartwarming (and heart-wrenching) story, and absolutely demonstrates the effect that a supportive, kind adult can have on the life of someone who is routinely marginalized and shamed. Thank you for writing this.”
Thank you so much! Really.