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My Son and I Have the Same Disability, but That Doesn’t Mean We Need the Same Accommodations

I am a mother with invisible disabilities. I have ADHD, dyslexia, Visual Motor Processing Disorder, and an autoimmune disorder. For years, I struggled to find my place because I never quite fit in with the neurotypical world. I never believed…
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My Journey to Rejecting Ableism and Embracing Disability Identity

I wish I could tell you the exact moment I realized that ableism was surrounding me, being directed at me, and I was participating in it by saying nothing. Instead, there were so many little moments and a few big…