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Uncle Don stopped by for a little while tonight. You freaked out a little bit when he tried to play with you, now that your stranger anxiety and separation anxiety have taken hold. Daddy tried to console you, but you screamed, “Mamamaaaa!” while looking at me and reaching out your arms.
Once I had you in my arms, you calmed right down.
It means so much to me that you know who I am and can now ask for me by name.
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.
