G didn't fill out a survey, but did share the following:
I previously suffered from DID, PTSD, and Depression. I have no current mental diagnosis, but I will NEVER be totally "over it." My physical challenges are visual impairment, diabetes, asthma, and PCOS (but I suspect the PCOS was a misdiagnosis and I may really have NCAH-- "invisible intersex"-- but I have no way to find out because I have no job and therefore no access to medical care.)
I'm not disabled enough to receive any kind of assistance but not able enough to receive unemployment (because I left my last job due to disability.) I am scratching out a living doing the only thing I can do with the resources available to me: sell my books. I made $60 last month. The toughest thing to live with about having a disability is being POOR.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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