Parentship

A few weeks back, on maybe day two of no school, life is over/*cough*/on pause, my wife had come home from work later than usual, after the first of many long days of adjustment for our new normal at home.

She was fried. As a small business owner, she hadn’t slept much, as her brain was feverishly trying to strategically rearrange the life of her business to make sure her team was protected, could continue to provide for their families from their Pro Image livelihood, and that what she built over the last two decades could survive this. She didn’t have capacity for much else by the time she made it home that night. But I didn’t have capacity for much patience or grace, because every ounce of it I had left had been spent trying to reassure our children things were fine, and the lives they just lost wouldn’t be gone forever. 

Inevitably, our lack of capacity that night lead to a heated conversation, and going to bed angry. Something we work really hard to not do. But the next day, when some of the feelings had settled, we took a few minutes to sit in the uncomfortable, and be honest about how we were feeling. She shared how scared she was for her team, her company, and how to provide for us, and I shared how for the first time in a long time, I felt invisible. That because all her capacity was being spent on her team and her clients, she had none left to see us, her family. That I was looking at really long and hard days ahead with three young children, two of which needed skills and structure that I didn’t know if I was capable of, that they were used to getting for 6 hours a day, that I was pretty sure I was going to fail miserably at. If the one person I chose to be my partner couldn’t find space to see me, I was worried I wouldn’t matter. She shared that she had a team of 10+ who could become invisible if she didn’t have space to think about them, and that if the team failed, she couldn’t provide for our family either.

We sat in that uncomfortable for a good 45 minutes. There were tears from both of us, but once we were completely honest, we were able to talk through a plan that got us both to what we needed. One that could be flexible and could pivot as needed. We understood that with only so much capacity at this time, and with both the business and our family having needs that had us at capacity level, we would need to own our roles but make sure to leave room for whatever else might come up by relying on open communication with each other on what we could handle, and when we needed help. 

That plan has been working pretty well for the last four or five weeks. But this week, after two really long sleepless nights with autism, I failed at holding up my end of the deal yesterday. The boys schedules are totally off, so emotions are high, bodies can’t stay calm, hands are not staying to themselves, and they are super quick and short to react. My reactions weren’t as patient or kind as they needed to be yesterday either. My wife had to call me out twice on the way I responded to Jack.

When she had had enough, she finally looked at me and said “what do you need?” I responded defensively, because I knew my actions weren’t attractive- but I was TIRED. She stayed patient, and asked me again- “what do you need?” After a minute, I cried. I was so tired. At 4am that morning, while Luca and Jack were up, I had been working on quotes we didn’t finish the night before for her work, so that we could keep up with making sure the team’s schedule was full. I had been patient and played with the boys at 5am, even though I just wanted to nap on the couch. And when Luca threw all of his toys at me, including a heavy-duty microwave, I was so tired I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings when I chased after him before he could throw something at Jack- I ran into the baby gate, scoring a solid bruise that still hurts. I cried because even though I napped for an hour while Alli took her morning nap, it wasn’t enough. I cried because I knew I wasn’t holding up my end of the bargain. I wasn’t proud of my behavior either, and was ashamed my wife had to call me out.

She looked at me and said, “this isn’t you, or the parent you want to be, so you need to tell me what you need, or snap out of it.” 

I could have fought back. I could have been nasty, but weeks before I promised to be honest, so I simply said “I am tired”.

She goes, “Ok, to to bed. I will put Jack to sleep by myself” as it was after 8pm and both Luca and Alex were already asleep.

I don’t ever not put the kids to bed. Jack usually needs to hold my hand to fall asleep, and ridiculously, it’s my 2 minutes with him at the end of the day that feels worth all his emotional roller coasters that come before it.

But I had just told my wife what I needed, and I needed to listen to myself, and let her show up while she was willing to.

So I went to bed.

And the kids slept through. Jack got up at 4:30 am, but he was willing to play in his fort (our master closet - don’t judge- it gives me an extra 45 minutes later to snooze which I NEVER get so I am letting it work as long as it can). 

I slept from 8:30pm, woke up at 1:30am to find everyone was sleeping so I went back to it, until 4:30am and didn’t get out of bed until 5:15am. 

I am two cappuccinos in as I sit in the playroom and type this up on my phone watching Alex and Jack play with legos at 6:30am. My wife is still asleep, and Luca is hanging under his sensory sheet, content enough he isn’t quite ready to get up yet.

I share this in case anyone else is struggling as a parent navigating the new normal, not just with their kids, but with their relationship as well.

Our parentship, aka parent-relationship, is one we put a lot of effort into. But while pregnant with the twins, we agreed to make sure she and I, outside of being just parents, always came first. If we couldn’t take care of each other, how could we possibly take care of our kids effectively. 

Sitting in the uncomfortable was a theme my therapist encouraged, that scared the crap out me. She said that if I always thought the worst was going to happen, I needed to find a way to let the facts debunk my fears. By sitting in the uncomfortable, and doing the work to be honest about how I was feeling in a situation and let others do so as well, I would learn that the worst that could happen, wasn’t really the natural outcome, slowly helping to build muscle memory in facing uncomfortable situations for what they are - momentarily decisions that need to be made, not monumental in size or life altering. 

As you face another week of this pandemic, ready to parent, teach, show up as a spouse, and get some work done to pay the bills on top of it, I just want to say- you can do this. You CAN do this. It looks to be that the country will slowly open up again, and although the newest form of normal may still not be the totally preferred one, hopefully it will continue to provide options that make things better able to meet everyone’s needs. 

If you find any of this helpful, what has worked for me is remembering to be present in our parentship, keeping open lines of communication, asking each other for what we need, and letting my partner show up when I ask her to. Nothing about the last couple of months has been normal and we have all had to adjust in some way. If you can sit in the uncomfortable long enough to find what’s comfortable, maybe the solution can be something you never knew you needed, but gets you to be better than you knew possible before.

XO

Oh and PS: if anyone has any tactics on getting a certain 4 year-old to have a calm body and a quiet voice- I am all ears! My sanity is at stake. Thanks in advance.

If my son was in your care...

Before COVID-19, a good friend who is a social worker asked me what advice I had for her as she worked with children on the spectrum in hospitals. At the time, I had some thoughts, but never got them to paper.

As I sat today, during one of the tougher days with the twins, I found myself grasping for perspective, and my thoughts landed back to that conversation, but how it relates to our current state. What advice would I have for anyone that needed to care for either of our boys, but particularly Luca who hasn’t found all of his words to express what he needs, should he be put in a situation where I could not be present as his advocate, caretaker, and comfort. 

Although the emergency rooms are not filled with toddlers his age, we just learned of the death of one while we watched the news last night, which means it could happen. That in mind, if this is of any help to someone who’s responsibility is to care for a child like Luca, here’s the only advice I can think of that could be helpful. 

If you find yourself needing to care for a boy like ours, in a situation where we could not be present, he would be in fight or flight mode... and he hasn’t let me cut his nails this week, so if it’s fight mode, he will draw blood and leave a mark... like the one he dug out on my chest today. Please be gentle if you need to protect yourself. He is little, and even though he is fiercely strong, he is our baby, and he’s just scared.

If he runs from you, you will not catch him, as he is fast on an average day, but could outrun a championship linebacker when he’s scared... and his little body can fit in places where you won’t be able to find him, taking away your time and energy to search for him when you are needed somewhere else. Small spaces will make him feel safe, and he is far too good at hide-and-seek, so please don’t let him run. 

When you finally catch him, he will laugh at you when he is scared or sad, worst if he is mad... but he will break your heart when he finally cries, because the anguish in his big hazel eyes will pierce through your heart. He loves compression, so if he lets you, please hold him tight… give him a moment when he thinks you are us, and when you feel his body release, please hold on for another minute longer, so he knows he’s not alone.

When he finally starts to trust you, I hope you have an iPad, and YouTube installed on it. Make sure it’s charged because he will use every ounce of juice it has to calm down by focusing on finding his videos. 

And please, for all the love there is in this world, have some kind of box or bag of figurines or cars that he can inspect, line up, and use to take his mind off being so scared. Even five or six pieces to give him enough of a grouping to require order and sorting will be enough. Get creative if you need to. 

Lastly, by no means am I trying to tell you how to do your job, as I know that what we are asking as a society during this pandemic is already too much, so I hope you don’t take any offense in the extreme measures I’m asking you take with my son, or children like him. My job is to make sure he doesn’t end up there in the first place, so we will continue to stay home, wash our hands religiously throughout the day, sanitize everything, and pray that our children do not end up in your care. 

But if for some reason my son, or a child like him, does end up in your care, please don’t worry about anything I just asked of you… because there isn’t anything that will stop a parent of a special needs child for being there when their kids need them… not even COVID-19, so I won’t be going anywhere… you just keep on with the good work you are doing doing your job, and I’ll keep on doing mine. 

In the mean time, I’ll keep remembering that this too is temporary, and all the sleepless nights that he is having without school, or a dependable routine of *OT, speech, and one-on-one attention from an aide, and scheduled dependable expectations with learning and social interaction… this too will all be a memory eventually. If you’re strong enough to leave your families every day to protect, care for, and save families like mine, the least I can do is work to keep my family out of your care. 

*This post originally mentioned ABA therapy, as the twins attend a school that incorporate some principals of ABA therapy. As we are two years into the diagnosis, all I know of ABA therapy is that our school has deemed it as the least restrictive environment of it, and any time I’ve mentioned it in the past, that’s what I’m referring to. I’m grateful to those who have clarified what it entails, with far more experience than I. I am merely trying to share our story. Thank you for being here.

Piper

Hi, I’m Piper.

Could someone tell me what’s going on?

My little humans haven’t left my house in weeks. It’s never quiet any more.

I was just getting use to having Mom home during the day, and the extra attention she’d give me when everyone else was gone. Now, I’m lucky if she gives me a snuggle when I climb into bed at night.

Momma still leaves the house every day, but when she’s home, I can tell she’s stressed. When she rubs my belly and scratches my neck, I can feel how tired her hands are from working all day. She hasn’t wanted to wrestle in a few weeks either.

Don’t get me wrong, there have been some perks…

Like the snacks the littlest human gives me regularly - she’s a good sharer. She and I like a lot of the same foods: chicken, peanut butter, and bacon. Now that she’s tall enough to get to the cheese drawer herself, she can be easily convinced we need another cheese stick,and that she only wants the first few bites.

Just the other day, one of my little humans, who doesn’t typically like me, and who pulls my tail for no reason, rubbed my back with his foot when I laid under the table. After dinner, I asked him if I could lay by him on the couch, and when he didn’t tell me “no” or to “stop”, I approached with caution, his eyes watching me the whole time. I gave him fair warning, eased in next to him, and felt his body get calm near me. He even put his hand gently on my coat.

While I laid with him, I could tell my little human wasn’t sure what was going on either. His energy was restless… and almost scared. I just laid there with him for a while until his breathing settled. He doesn’t talk much, so I wasn’t expecting him to tell me what was wrong, but it was nice to feel needed by him.

The other little human, the one who doesn’t stop talking, he knows my name now. He even tells his friends about me when he’s on the screen. Just yesterday he told me to say hi. Maybe soon he’ll want to play with me more than just making me the bear during that hunt game they play every day.

I love my humans… I really do… but…

Could someone remind them I’m out of Greenies? I saw Mom’s stock of my food in the basement with all the little humans food - but I don’t see any more greenies.

And maybe ask them to go back to school? I was just starting to enjoy how happy they were when they saw me from the bus window.

Thanks in advance… - Piper.

The Weight of Anxiety

I read something today while scrolling social media, that mocked those having anxiety about COVID-19, saying they were giving weight to something weightless… 

It stuck with me in a way where I just can’t let it go. I know I normally discuss our journey with autism here, but I would find it hard pressed to find a parent of autism who doesn’t deal with some kind of anxiety. Since my goal with this blog is to share our story in case it helps someone, anyone else, I thought it might be time to own this one.

I’ve dealt with anxiety for what feels like my entire life. It’s appeared in all different shapes and sizes, and I’m not really sure how best to describe it, so bear with me as I try.

What is anxiety?

It’s a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.

What does it feel like?

For me, I feel my entire body get tight. I get incredibly tense, from my legs, to my arms and chest, and can even feel it in my head. Because my chest tightens, it can be hard to breath, and as my forehead feels the stress, it can easily cause a headache and be hard to think straight.

What causes it?

For me, the common causes of my anxiety lie in when I feel out of control, feel as if I’m being or could be judged, and when I’m letting someone down, in some way, or worst - myself. When it happens, I find myself to become truly dramatic, where the situation feels like the end of the world, despite that I can be a very practical and realistic person.

How do I act during it?

I get defensive about anything and everything. I immediately feel like everything is my fault, and that there is no way I can be enough. I get irrationally upset, or unreasonably sad. I turn into someone that is unrecognizable to the people who know me, as I’m simply the worst version of myself. And then, when it passes, I’m back to normal. What’s hard is that in the moment, it’s like I can’t manage it, because it completely takes over me. Afterwards, I sit in the reality and shame of it, knowing it’s not a place I want to live in. 

How do I manage it?

I’ve learned both healthy and unhealthy ways to manage and cope with my anxiety. Some of the unhealthy ways tend to represent numbing of sorts. When I was younger I’d go out and drink or party with friends, occasionally smoke cigarettes. Lately, since I grew up, got married, and had babies, half a glass of wine can make me pass out before 8pm, so now, I eat my feelings. I’m a sucker for all things cake-like, but particularly whoopie-pies and those darn frozen nutella sandwiches. (Not healthy- and not helping the constant fear I’ll be judged for the mom bod I try to hide in compression yoga pants- but I’m just trying to get by here ya’ll.)

Healthier alternatives that work for me? Six months ago, when I felt like my anxiety was at its peak, I searched for a local therapist - who I love - and have been seeing her regularly ever since because it’s giving me the tools I need to deal with, deter, and diminish the anxiety. When I was younger, right out of college, I realized how much running truly helped my anxiety. Pumping those natural endorphins through my body let me run out my stress. These days, I can’t even find time to do a 30 minute work-out. But the days I can do it, I notice a sincere difference in how I feel. 

Because I can’t always find time to work out right now the way I’d like, and a personal goal this year was to find both physical and mental wellness, I started seeing an amazing therapist 6 months ago and it’s really helping me. If you can’t find time to get out of the house, particularly during social distancing, many therapists are participating in televisits where you can connect either by virtual video experience, or even over the phone. I cannot recommend this enough.

The Weight of Anxiety 

The weight of my anxiety comes from feeling the responsibility to take care of a messy playroom, or laundry that’s exploded over my bedroom, or a refrigerator of food laughing at me because it knows the twins won’t eat anything in it. The heaviness of it lives in late nights working on operation management for my wife’s company, after long days of childcare and working full time at my other job, aware that I could be getting up just hours after finally going to bed, with a twin who can’t sleep, when all I want to do is rest before getting up to do it all over again. The weight becomes unbearable when Luca has an aggressive episode because he still doesn’t have the words to communicate what’s wrong, hurting his siblings and/or us until he gets his point across, because it leaves me worrying about the day he is bigger than us, and if we can’t get him the tools he needs to deal with his feelings, I’m not sure we’ll know how to manage it. My anxiety particularly feels unmanageable during this uncertain time for our country when all leadership can ask is for our understanding and patience as they navigate the pandemic with uncertainty. 

The current state of what’s happening in today’s world is not weightless, especially for those who suffer from anxiety like I do. Although anxiety is invisible in nature, the weight of it shows on those who don’t wear it well. You can see it in the slump of their shoulders, or the pause in their pace; the worry in their forehead wrinkles, or the grip in the way they hold their hands in place. The behavioral baseline of those running from, or fully confronting anxiety can be different, but one thing is commonly found despite the stage of understanding/awareness/acceptance someone is in with it: lack of control of the unknown can feel paralyzing. 

My plan over the next few days, weeks, and months if needed, is to establish a routine for our family that allows us to operate in an expected manner which I can control. This doesn’t mean things won’t go awry - they do on an hourly basis in life, let alone when you are on a journey with autism. My hope is when they do decide to derail to the unplanned, that I can take each situation as it comes, and hope to put the caveat of “unprecedented times” where we are just “trying to survive” until we return to the recognizable every day, and find moments in that understanding to breath through whatever’s happening. 

Because I know what anxiety feels like in my body, when I am present in the moment, I can recognize it when it’s happening, and work to stop it before the weight of it becomes too much to bear. What does yours feel like? What does the weight of your anxiety feel like? Maybe the more we share, the less those who haven’t met anxiety, or someone working through it, will stop assuming we’re worrying for no reason. 

Ways You Can Support Someone with Anxiety

Typically spending time together is a really awesome way to help someone in need of a break, but with social distancing that’s not quite as easy. Here are some ideas that could still help: 

• Dance It Out (Virtually): Find your friend’s jam, Facetime and dance it out. Like I said, moving your body naturally produces endorphins and there’s science behind how this can help battle anxiety. If dancing isn’t your flavor (come on Grey’s Anatomy fans!) maybe yoga, or meditation together could work for you.

• Check-in: Text, email, call, Facetime, etc- Anything to let someone know they aren’t alone can help while social distancing.

• LISTEN: When you check-in, or if that person reaches out, the most important aspect is to listen. They aren’t asking you to fix it, but just to sit with them in it until they can breath again.

• Provide Laughter: Send a funny GIF, tell a silly knock-knock joke, share the thing that happened that day that is so ridiculous you couldn’t have written it for a comedy script, that makes someone laugh. Laughter helps you to breath. Put your funny pants on and make some magic happen. (Adding one of my favorite home videos below for your amusement purposes… please don’t judge our parenting. It was 5am and we were desperate.)

If you are like me, and feeling even the slightest bit anxious, remember this: we can’t control what we can’t control… but we can control what we can. Focus on the can. Find wins and reassurance in the everyday moments that you made possible to keep you grounded. And breathe. It’s so important to breathe. I’ll be right here breathing with you. We can do this, because this too shall pass. Xo

Connection...

Connection…

Over the last few days, I’ve had Ryan Tedder’s words ring through my head… “Can I get a connection, can I get, can I get a connection… I can see it in my, see it in my reflection… Oh, can I get a connection?”

Ya’ll… we’re oversaturated in learning so much about the current pandemic of COVID19, that it’s hard to think about anything else. As humans who crave that human connection from others, social distancing is something that is scaring some into seclusion, while being ignored by others who aren’t giving it the weight of seriousness it deserves. As parents to autistic twins, one of which thrives from other social interaction, and one of which who could care less if he has it, we can see so many perspectives on the state of our country, and how it impacts our family, and those around us.

As I scroll through my social media feeds, I’m seeing the following…

Friends laid off because they can’t work as schools and public places are shut down. These same friends have families to provide for, and responsibilities to take care of - a heavy burden to bear while in this heightened state of anxiety while we watch the nation’s crisis unfold before our very eyes.

Friends doing the laying off because their organizations cannot withstand the financial hit the pandemic' and the quarantines it is requiring to stop the spread are causing. These friends are doing incredible good for our world, and did not wish to lay off the hard working employees who have given their organizations so much of their time, energy, and commitment.

Friends who work at our bars and restaurants, places where so many of us go to get away from our lives for a night, where someone else waits on us, answers our every request, provides us food and beverage, and often listen to our problems which are not theirs, just to make us feel better - who don’t know what the status of their crucial income will be during the quarantines.

Friends who are parents who are preparing for the home school that will need to happen during the two (or three in our case) week period where their children are home from school for quarantine; trying to understand how to best meet their needs for learning and routine and social interactions crucial to their continuing to grow, while working to earn a living that makes all of that possible for their children. We are in this boat.

Friends who work in our healthcare system, are first responders, and fire and police officers, risking the front lines each shift, to take care of those in need, protecting those who need protection, while aware of their heighten chance of exposure, and the chance they bring it home to their families.

And then I see the response the virus that isn’t serious, and I think about my friends that are listed above, dealing with how the pandemic is effecting their lives, who are also witnessing messaging that may feel like it’s downplaying said impact, or even worse, mocking it.

I’m not here to preach, each effected by the status of our current situation as a world is to deal with it however they can, in whatever way they need to. Hey, we have a son who laughs when he has hurt someone because he hasn’t learned how to deal with shame or regret. We understand first hand how everyone deals with emotions, and how they express them, differently.

All I’m saying is, as we look towards the ever important “connection”, particularly while our world is in crisis, that maybe we should be careful about what connections we are putting out there for any and all to reach.

An incredible human being - like seriously one of the best - named Nancy Lyons, for whom I have the utmost respect and admiration for, went live to Instagram yesterday, and her REALLY COOL company, Clockwork, gave a recap in this article about Social Distancing with Humanity, on ways we can provide connections to those who need it - without compromising others. Check out the list of really smart ways we can provide that connection we’re all craving, and add yours to the list!

Here are a few ways that we intend to connect over the next three weeks, as our children’s school was required to shut down until April 3, and it will require a new way of operating as a family until next month.

1.) ROUTINE CONNECTIONS

Our twins are on the spectrum, so they survive off of routine, but even their little sister Alex finds greater success each day when she knows what to expect (schedule-wise), what’s expected of her (behavior-wise), and when she will get the things she needs each day (food and rest) outside of the social interaction from peers. As we are under quarantine- social interaction in person is a hard stop- but, like we suggested for Clockwork’s list- Facetime play dates and check-ins are definitely something we can arrange, and have begun to do so. Whether it be virtual story-time, or a game of iSpy, there are different ways that we can use Facetime to feel like we are playing with friends without losing out on that in person connection gratification.

2.) NEW CONNECTIONS

I noticed on our town’s Facebook group, that the local senior center was requesting if kids wanted to be pen pals to their residents. My kids can’t write, but they LOVE to send video messages, particularly when singing Happy Birthday. I messaged their director, offering this, and am working to have them sing Happy Birthday in individual messages to anyone that might be celebrating a birthday but can’t have outside visitors.

3.) AVAILABLE CONNECTIONS

I’m going to rely on visual schedules, online guides to activities, pinterest boards for how to make something from nothing, and any resources their teachers provide to keep up with the twins IEPs in order to fill the kids days with on going learning and fun. The amazing @MrsRachelHollis preaches that you can learn ANYTHING with a google search bar and a growth mindset, so this month, I’m going to learn how to be what my kids need so that the learning does not stop, and that this doesn’t become a miserable experience for all of us. Hopefully, in that process, as I continue to gain appreciation for everything their amazing teachers and administrators are, I may gain additional appreciation for myself, and the ability to show up as the parent they need, during their time of need.

4.) PERSPECTIVE CONNECTIONS

This is going to give a LOT of quality time with my kids over the next month. My wife’s company will continue to operate in the homes that are willing, as her employees need the hours, but the majority of the time I’ll be with the three babes. These are moments I’d miss out on without this opportunity. This is a gift. Where some are looking at it as a disaster, I’m hoping considering this perspective will help change some of that. Yes, no one is saying this will be easy, and it’s SUPER easy to have perspective when you haven’t even hit day one yet, BUT as a reminder - there are too many parents who would give anything to get time with their kids like this. There are too many parents who have lost their children to difficult battles with fatal diseases, or tragic accidents, that would give ANYTHING to be forced into quarantine with their children for three weeks. This is a gift. A chance to know them better. A chance for them to know me better. A chance to roll up my sleeves, tackle this ABA thing, work through all my anxieties, and show up for my family. This is a gift, and one I am grateful for.

5.) HELPFUL CONNECTIONS

One of the best messages I’ve seen come across my feed, and have gone on to share, as well as watched friends then share from my feed, is the offer to help anyone who needs it. We do not have an endless supply of toilet paper or food, but we can easily share with those who need it. We may not be able to offer child care (because I’m still figuring out how to go solo for three kids, two with special needs) but we’re happy to be Facetime buddies with your kids to help with boredom or joint home school lesson planning. We may not have hours on end to help a neighbor with all their errands, but we could easily find coverage for an hour or two to ensure they have the groceries and medicine they need by running to the store for them and dropping the items off if they are unable. And for those friends suffering from anxiety like I do, or working through something they just need someone to talk with about, but can’t make it to a licensed therapist during quarantine- by no means do I have a license, but I do have air pods, and a great sense of empathy from experience, and would be happy to be your listening ears at your time of need.

6.) SELFISH CONNECTIONS

You better believe that even though I can’t typically make it to my awesome local Mom’s group’s MOM’S NIGHT OUT, that I will be FRONT AND CENTER with a big glass of wine, for the virtual version later this week. I even offered to figure out what tool we should use to make it possible. Because THAT will be a connection where I can vent, laugh, probably cry, and relate to my peers in a really healthy selfish way. Counting down the days ladies. Counting down the days…

Think about these connections as you are sharing things on social media. We’re all scrolling like crazy. Remember the friends I spoke for earlier in this post. And maybe, post with greater grace and understanding for those this impacts, even if you feel like you aren’t one of them…

So, Can I get a connection?… xo