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Sorry not sorry: Why you shouldn’t apologize for your kid | In It The hosts interview a psychologist and author about saying I’m sorry. They learn about other ways to advocate for your child, and why you don’t need to apologize.

Sorry, not sorry.
Don't apologize for your kids and needs.

I had so much fun chatting about my forthcoming book, #BeUnapologeticallyImpatient on the In It podcast.

Check it out! www.understood.org/en/podcasts/...

#Inclusion #Understood #InIt #Neurdivergence #Equity #education

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Intro to Neurodivergence for Providers (Medical Professionals, Therapists, & Educators)
Intro to Neurodivergence for Providers (Medical Professionals, Therapists, & Educators) YouTube video by Dr Devon Price

New video just dropped to pass around (Dr. Devon Price Phd.)
#neurdivergence #accessibility

youtu.be/nWd22NA8uqI?...

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Poem. Black hand written text in all caps printed on white paper that has a blue water color wash on it. A small line art sketch of a woman hugging her knees to her chest is in the upper right quarter of the page behind the text. The text reads:

From Afar
By Cayse M. Harum-Shultz

They were her heart.
Every moment of joy was a beat.
Every sorrow, a pause that caught her breath.

From afar, she showered them with love—gifts, promises, accolades—until her fingers grew raw and her arms grew heavy and swollen, until the pain drew tears to her eyes, until she could no longer see them, no longer feel them at all.

Until she was darkness gasping against a void of despair, Where thoughts of them brought only shame.

In time, her breath returned in soft shadows against her heart.

There. There they were.
She could see them now.
But when they looked to her, there was something new. Something guarded.

A hollow cold clung to her spine, like frost on iron bars.
Their soft smiles did little to warm the pain.

They didn’t understand.
but oh, how she needed them to.

How could they not see?
How much she cared, how desperately she wanted to be there—to give more, hear all, support everything.

And how little control she had when things became too much—when her system would say: Enough.

She planned for weeks, preparing everything just right—finding the best surprises, the most meaningful messages, the grandest gestures—to show what her body so often failed to: that she was there with them, always.

Even if it seemed she always chose to be far away.

Poem. Black hand written text in all caps printed on white paper that has a blue water color wash on it. A small line art sketch of a woman hugging her knees to her chest is in the upper right quarter of the page behind the text. The text reads: From Afar By Cayse M. Harum-Shultz They were her heart. Every moment of joy was a beat. Every sorrow, a pause that caught her breath. From afar, she showered them with love—gifts, promises, accolades—until her fingers grew raw and her arms grew heavy and swollen, until the pain drew tears to her eyes, until she could no longer see them, no longer feel them at all. Until she was darkness gasping against a void of despair, Where thoughts of them brought only shame. In time, her breath returned in soft shadows against her heart. There. There they were. She could see them now. But when they looked to her, there was something new. Something guarded. A hollow cold clung to her spine, like frost on iron bars. Their soft smiles did little to warm the pain. They didn’t understand. but oh, how she needed them to. How could they not see? How much she cared, how desperately she wanted to be there—to give more, hear all, support everything. And how little control she had when things became too much—when her system would say: Enough. She planned for weeks, preparing everything just right—finding the best surprises, the most meaningful messages, the grandest gestures—to show what her body so often failed to: that she was there with them, always. Even if it seemed she always chose to be far away.

This one has been stalking the back of my brain for a few weeks. Finally pounced out today in this form. Which, if I’m honest, isn’t at all what I thought it was.

#writesky #amwriting #writingcommunity #chronicillness #neurdivergence #chronicpain #momguilt #friendguilt #spidersinmybrainlikelucy

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Four-day vacation to Mississauga #Canada. On the road, we've seen a few eye-catching business names. A gas station and convenience called Rona. Too soon. And TD Bank. Say that bank name over a few times until it sinks in. #ADHD #Neurdivergence #FunnyNames

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AI is exciting and important and disturbingly consequential.

But for me and my purposes, it is exceedingly helpful!

[Coding with Neurodivergence and AI]

#ai #neurdivergence #coding

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