Being neurodivergent means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Being neurodivergent to our family just means being normal. It’s hard being different, it’s tough trying to be strong all the time for a kid that’s just like you and trying to tell her one day it will be different and she will have a ton of friends and life will be fantastic and people won’t be assholes-but I can’t. Because I am her. I can’t show her a better future where people are better when people aren’t being better to people like us. So I mask and I stay quiet and keep to myself and try not to make friends because losing them is harder than making them. And making them in a world full of technology- when you are neurodivergent and well-me… it’s even harder. So I write, and I fight for others to get what they need. Racial equality, Reproductive justice, HUMAN RIGHTS, EQUALITY?! We all need to be better humans. Our kids deserve better.
Unruly Bodies 
I appreciate that you brought up the need to be “normal”. I think that this is pretty problematic, because what is “normal”? I don’t think that anyone is truly normal, and if they were they would be so rare that they themselves would be abnormal. Normal is a myth that we want to be true.
I also resonate with the idea that the next generation deserves better. I think in some way it is our responsibility to try to make a difference, even if it shouldn’t have to be.