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How to Find the Right Doctor

When Lamp was a baby we were sent to many doctors appointments. Yes, sent. As in, they told us where to go and who to see because we had no idea. Orthopedic surgeons–some who specialized in upper limbs and some who specialized in lower limbs–a geneticist, gastrointestinal or GI docs, and also physical and occupational therapists. Since we had no idea who to see or even why in some cases, the direction of the hospital (meaning a team of doctors) was a huge relief. I didn’t think about any of these appointments before she was born and it was nice to have hand-holding in those early months.

The orthopedic surgeon we saw in her first year seemed genuinely interested in Lamp from a medical standpoint–he and his colleagues had told us months before that they had never seen anyone like her–and my memories are of him circling her curiously, spitting off medical terminology and when I asked for clarification he’d say, “Oh that’s just a fancy way of saying…” in a condescending tone. I also quickly learned that when you have a baby like Lamp you don’t ever see a doctor. You see a team of doctors, residents, and nurses who all squish into the room anxious to see your sweet little anomaly.

We eventually moved to Texas while my husband served in the Air Force and the hand-holding to a certain degree stopped. (In another sense it continued, but that’s neither here nor there.) And so I made an appointment with the military orthopedic surgeon. I sat Lamp on his table and he just stared and sorta gawked. He was asking me all the questions and it was pretty clear to both of us that he was not the right doctor for Lamp. I felt lost. She wasn’t sick and didn’t need immediate help, but at the same time we needed direction and projection in her care.
 
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Friday Spotlight || Leah on being Intersex

My name is Leah and I’m a 43 year old working wife & mom currently living in Brooklyn, NY.  I grew up in Small Town, GA and moved to the Northeast back in 2002.  I saw Miggy’s Insta-story a few weeks ago where she mentioned she was looking for people’s stories that related to gender, and thought I would share my story with her.  I have an Intersex condition called Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome.  It is just one of many such conditions that fall under what people may have previously referred to as a DSD (Disorder of Sexual Development).

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Miggy: Welcome Leah and thank you for being here today to share your story with us. Let’s jump in! You are intersex, can you please define what intersex is as a condition? Also, as most conditions there is variance, can you speak specifically to what being intersex looks like for you and when you first realized you were intersex and how you and your family reacted to the news? How do you feel about being intersex now?

Leah: Hi! And thanks for taking the time to share my story with your readers. First off, Intersex is an umbrella term that is generally used to define people whose bodies do not fit the “typical” female or male binary. Intersex conditions are naturally occuring variations in aprox 1.7% of the population which is about the same % as natural born redheads worldwide. The chance that you have met someone who has an Intersex condition and didn’t know it is therefore quite high, except obviously we’re not as easy to spot as redheads! There are a number of different conditions that fall under the Intersex umbrella, but my particular condition is called Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (AIS). What that means is that I have XY (typically male) chromosomes, instead of ovaries I had internal testes, but no uterus, fallopian tubes, etc. My body doesn’t respond to androgen hormones (the most important of those being testosterone), and because my body couldn’t process testosterone, it instead aromatized it to estrogen which caused me to develop outwardly as female. I have the complete form of AIS which means that those androgens had no masculinizing effect on my sexual development. However there is also a partial form of this condition where there is some effect of the hormone on a person’s body, and their sex assignment at birth may be difficult to determine.
 
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When The Holidays Are in a Busy Season of Life

Back in September we were told that we would be moving into our new house in October. Just to give myself a mental cushion I told other people and myself, “We’ve been told we can move in the end of October. Which could very easily be the beginning of November, which could very easily be Christmas.”

I honestly thought I was way overshooting it–playing it safe. But I was right. It’s looking like we’ll be getting into our house just before Christmas. Yay! We are so very, very excited. Of course a pre-Christmas move makes this hectic time of year that much more hectic. We’re obviously not putting up Christmas decorations or a tree at our current house, and of course we can’t yet decorate our new place either. And while we all learned a long time ago that Christmas doesn’t come from a store, because perhaps Christmas means a little bit more, decorating for Christmas is definitely a key element in the creation of this magical time of year. It’s an immediate visual cue that says, Hey! Something special is happening here, pay attention everyone!

So what do you do when Christmas comes during a busy season of life? Maybe you too have to forego decorations due to a major life transition. Or perhaps you’re feeling overwhelmed due to a mental health issue or finances, or in some way or another your usual Christmas merriment is being threatened by circumstances beyond your control. I can’t answer to all of those circumstances above, but here are some of my ideas for managing the Holidays while we are preparing for our upcoming move.
 
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G R A T I T U D E

The surest way for me to not do something, is to tell me to do it.
I’m not talking about when people are being demanding–no one likes that–but even in a “Look what I did! It made me so happy, maybe you should try it too!” sort of way. I don’t know why, but I have a natural resistance and skepticism to these sort of declarations.

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What’s the Worst Job You’ve Ever Had?

A while ago my husband and I were telling our daughter’s about the worst job we’ve ever had. My husband worked at the Albertson’s deli in high school. The worst part of the job was cleaning out the deep fryer. Every night. Gross.

My first job was at The Gap in high school circa 1993. I would later work as a receptionist, a server in multiple restaurants, a painting teacher at Sundance Resort, I sold pest control door-to-door in Hawaii, worked for a tech start up after college, then motherhood and this blog has been my main gig for quite a while now.

But there is one job that easily stands out as the worst job I ever had. But in some ways it was also the best. Let me explain.

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Special Needs Spotlight || Kim

Hi. My name is Kim and I’m 35. I was born with Spina Bifida and Hydrocephalus. I am quadriplegic with only a little use of my right hand. I use a power wheelchair to get around; voice-activated cell phone, adapted computer and automatic openers on the door to my building and my apartment. Obviously, I’m...

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Special Needs Spotlight || Crew

Hi everyone. I want to start by sharing that I had read and loved Miggy’s blog years before our family became one with special needs. I distinctly remember wondering if, faced with a similar reality, I would be able to be as resilient and brave and amazing as Miggy and other moms who shared on...

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I'm an author, artist, and disability advocate. I live with my handsome husband and three beautiful daughters in Cincinnati, Ohio.

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