I just unsubscribed from our state’s homeschool association ‘events’ newsletter. I’ve noticed every time I see them, even only to scan the subject line, it makes me feel bad. I’m reminded again of another exclusive gathering we’re unable to attend.
I don’t need these daily notices staring at me in bold from my inbox.
It made sense to me that being a homeschooling family would put us in a less populated category. Naively, I didn’t anticipate the double-whammy discrimination and isolation that too often accompanies having neurodiverse needs. Things were so bad during the public school elementary years, I foolishly believed homeschooling would be a way to connect with more families like us.
And online it has. I’ve been introduced to some amazing people these past few months. Their wisdom and guidance bring much needed comfort and support every day through their posts, videos, resource links, and mostly, their personal stories. I’m grateful beyond words for their incredible generosity.
What Truly Matters, No Matter What
Today, as we spend another day home together, where we are happy and free to be ourselves, we celebrate all the wonderful ways we are fortunate. By removing that negative email reminder of what isn’t and can’t be, at least not for us at this point in time, my energy and mental well-being are protected. My thoughts won’t be distracted from all the awesome stuff we get to do. At least not by those reminders in that context anymore. Advocacy and self-care take many forms.
