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The only grown-up television show I get to watch while TJ is awake is All My Children. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine. Sure, it gets steamy sometimes, but they don’t really show anything. It’s daytime TV.
Anyways, the girls of Fusion decided to take a pole dancing class on the show.
When the music started, TJ took both of my hands and said, “Dance with Mommy?”
So we did a tame little dance of moving our feet back and forth while swinging our arms together. I tried to ignore the on-screen dancing while having this sweet moment with my son, because he usually growls at me when I try to dance with him.
My son asked me to dance. Sigh.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
