If I had more energy, this might be more of a rant.

I’m just going to leave this here: Dear People Who Do Not  Have a Child With Disabilities. Please read it if you are so inclined.

Much of this rings true. Many of these things have been said to me. Repeatedly.

The one that, personally,  makes me grit my teeth the most is “I don’t know how you do it.”  Just so you know.

Caitlin is our daughter. We are trying to be fully functional adult human beings with careers while caring for her.  I don’t exactly know what else we are supposed to do.

Some of this is often gendered: I get much more of this sort of conversation when I’m out alone with Caitlin than Michael does when he has her out, or if we’re out as a family. People assume that Mom is the main caregiver 99% of the time, and if we bother to correct that assumption, Michael is then treated as some sort of talking-dog-type anomaly.

Just in case you were wondering.