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We were at Grandma Debbie’s house for Sunday dinner. You were entertaining everyone. Everyone was impressed as you crawled across the floor the way you did last night. You really moved. You did not just inch along like you did a few nights ago. You scooted several feet to get your hands on a tube of Desitin. Not toys or your burp cloth, but Desitin. I don’t understand it, but it works.
AND THEN…
Daddy was steadying you as you stood to play with the Elmo table. Daddy let go and just kept close in case you wobbled. But then you let go of the Elmo table yourself. You were standing unsupported for about three seconds! This wasn’t just blink-and-you-fall. You were standing. You’re six and a half months old. You’re not supposed to do this! What’s happening to my baby?
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.
