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I don’t know where TJ learned about pockets, because I never thought to explain pockets to him. He came up to me and said, “Mommy, pockets!” And he was patting something under his shirt.
He’s taken to sticking toys up his shirt, holding them in place with one hand, and calling that his pocket. It’s really funny. I need to get a picture of this, but he doesn’t like to keep doing his cute things when I get the camera ready to go.
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.
