I am positioned within the intersection of multiple disabilities. I only admitted to myself I was disabled in late 2021. I decided to make the best of my life as it is, and to stop struggling to find paid work. (Hilarious update: I ended up getting a job in 2024.) My family is lucky in that we can sorta get by without me working right now. Sorta. Ha. (Hilarious update #2: we still aren’t doing awesome financially even tho I have a job. Inflation? Being bad with money? Who knows.)

I am a Jew.

I have a lot of doctors’ appointments, a bonded pair of cats, a cat found outside a Buddhist temple, one middle aged dog who needs a lot of love and balls thrown, and another dog who is most certainly objectively “bad.”  I would describe myself as a person intricately tethered to my Google calendar, almost like a personal assistant to myself, my kid, and my animals.

I was diagnosed with autism at 43 and it has allowed me to be much kinder to myself.

I have a son who is elementary school aged. I feel disconnected from the conception of what a mother is supposed to be in the United States at this time (it makes me feel gender dysphoria, even though I feel totally great about being a woman!).