I thought about my flight going down today. I was okay with it. My kids and TB would be taken care of financially. The kids would suffer, but people would pick up the slack for TB.
New to us, Lionheart has five imaginary friends and I’m suddenly feeling the gravity of knowingly bringing two humans who are genetically predisposed to severe and persistent mental illness into the world.
I could have let the bloodline die with me. But instead, I was irresponsible with our first child and just arrogant with the second.
I could have let the genes I carry and those that have manifested into anxiety in me suffocate with my last breath.
And now I find myself hyperaware of anything neurodivergent. And it’s awful.
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