Disability Parenting

When my child was diagnosed with complex disabilities, I felt unmoored. I was learning new terminology overnight, navigating unfamiliar systems, and quietly grieving the version of parenthood I thought I understood. Writing began as a way to process that upheaval. It gave me language when I didn’t yet have clarity. Over time, it connected me to other families walking similar paths, first through essays, then through features, then through conversations in rooms I never imagined I would be standing in.

I’m still learning. I’m still listening. But because of this work, on the page and in person, I’m no longer navigating disability parenting alone.