This time last year I was in the weeds
Everyday we would race out the front door at 7:50 am, after much stress and lunch-packing, to a school that Bernadette struggled to stay awake at and a dayhome in which Henry cried at every drop off. Then I would go to work for a couple of hours, leaving by 2pm to pick them all up but they were often suffering from something called after-school restraint collapse, a "normal" reaction to the stimuli at school and childcare which often resulted in tears and meltdowns. Each week for no reason I could figure out, Bernadette would have a huge emotional breakdown that often turned violent and caused much distress to our family. No one would eat what I put in front of them, we were sick every other week, and Covid was still a thing causing us stress. The thing is, I know I'm a highly sensitive person, I figured it out as an adult. But what I didn't know was that the status quo wasn't necessarily built with me in mind. I make many accommodations in a day for the way life
