No More Missing Time

I didn’t get to come to Mouth to Hand for a month and a half, and that sucked. Perhaps that needed to happen to prove my point:  I need to live here. If I lived here, I would have missed only one day, when Judy was sick. Instead, I missed weeks of M2H time. 


Please understand that I am not being dramatic when I say that I live to come here. It energizes me for days - and it makes being nonspeaking not quite as awful. I love being here so much that when I miss time, it hurts my heart. All my life I wished for a place to go where my disability would not matter…and now that I’ve found it, I want and need to be here daily. 

Putting things into perspective:  imagine that you have found your dream place, and then you are told you can barely go there. Pressures of life are stressing you out…but no…you cannot go to the one place that relieves the stress. I am serious when I say that it is emotionally beneficial to me to be in this place.