I'll pick weeds however I damn well please
How my family and second grade teacher publicly bullied me into masking my neurodivergence for decades and other stories
Content warning for mentions of gangs, drugs, suicide ideation, and child abuse.
Second grade was one of the worst years of my life.
Good things happened, too.
I was fortunate enough to be one of three students (!) to receive a private photography lesson at Travel Town, a…
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