Josey Pickering
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Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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No, she’s not my mother!
It’s inevitable. I’ll go through my notes after a doctors appointment and someone will have written, “mom/mother said.” My wife is not my mother, seems like a strange thing to say to your doctor’s office, but it’s become something of the norm for my partner and I. I’m autistic and deal with intense bouts of social anxiety, especially with strangers. I have a long list of comorbities and other illnesses and see a varied medical team in a regular basis. However with every office and new nurse or doctor I see, I’m met with the same assumptions. My wife must be my mother and therefore is my parent and caretaker. Some might just laugh this off and think it’s funny, but when it happens to you all the time… it gets old very quick. We always introduce ourselves as spouses to anyone on my medical teams, and yet it still continues to happen.
By Josey Pickering24 days ago in Pride
Parahoy Ahoy!
My father was right. There was a peace in the middle of the ocean like no other. A chance to look at night skies unblemished by light pollution. Just a pure net of darkened hues pinned up by stars of various luminosity and size. It was magic I’d never truly experienced before. There, accessible from my own balcony, were both the lullaby of ocean waves and sky full of stars to wish me to sleep. He told me stories about nights at sea, but he didn’t mention how beautiful it was to wake up to a morning sky over a calm ocean. There was a peace I needed waking up each day at sea, and that peace is part of why going on a cruise with my best friends will always be my favorite vacation.
By Josey Pickeringabout a month ago in Wander
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