I’ve been bullied, due to my condition, my entire life. I’ve heard words no one should have said to them…EVER. Is it fair? Absolutely NOT. Is it right? No. Sometimes, experiences make me sob. Sometimes, they make me introspective. Every now and then: experiences make me angry. When I was 17: A few teachers got
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I had another post in mind. Then the official Facebook page, for this blog, passed a 100 likes today. I have people from all over the United States engaging on my posts. All of this blows my mind in the best way possible. I am from a small town in metro Atlanta. No one in
I have talked an awful lot about my chosen family on this blog so far. I’ll talk about them a lot more. It is not an exaggeration to say I would not be where I am without them. This blog certainly wouldn’t exist without them. I would not be my authentic self without them (in
When I started this blog: I quickly discovered the first post was the hardest, and afterwards the ideas started coming. They haven’t stopped. I hope they never do, and I have a good feeling they won’t. Every time I write a post: it gets easier to know how much I’m comfortable sharing with all of
My brother/journey partner has been telling me the following for years: “Stace, your story and journey will help a lot of people. You should write a book about your life…one day.” He believed this even before God made us family back when we were just good friends. The first time he said it my response
Self-care is so hard for everybody. However, for me: It’s the hardest challenge I deal with on a daily basis. I deal with many challenges, but self care out challenges them all. Why? It’s directly connected to every other challenge. Here’s what I am & I freely admit all this now. Doing so is a
I’ve always been really, really, curious. I’ve also always been a really deep thinker. My parents think it is because I’m an only child by birth and the baby of my blood family. ..At least ’til my cousins started marrying & having babies. My mama used to call me her middle aged teenager, sometimes. I
Author’s Note: I wrote this many years ago on my personal, private, Facebook as a note. I posted it on this blog on November 13, 2019. Well before JK Rowling’s awful transphobic comments in June 2020. I still have all my Potter books and the movies I purchased before those comments as well. I love
Mama is very protective of me. Dad is too, but our relationship is different. Mama and I are a team. Our teamwork was born out of necessity first. Mama stayed home with me, after age four, and dad was the sole bread winner in our house. A lot of families don’t have that option. I
I love my granny very much. She has a profound impact on my life and who I am. If you have been keeping up with this blog: you know she helped me process understanding I’m different, and how to cope with my condition. What you don’t know, unless you know me outside of blogging, is