After someone changes their name

After someone changes their name, there’s a few things you should not do. Super Nora to the rescue! Do not ask why they changed their name. Their reasons were likely difficult or personal. It could be as simple as “I didn’t like my old name” or it could be more complex as they have transitioned, […]

Why I Changed My Name

As anyone who knows me in my real life knows, I legally changed my name. This wasn’t something taken lightly. To most people who ask, I want to say “none of your business”, but some people, I do want to share with. I never felt a connection to my birth name. I never really felt […]

when friendships dissolve

There is a very real, very painful form of grief that I don’t think we talk about nearly often enough. We talk about the grief and loss we feel when someone close to us dies. I’ve written extensively about that grief myself. But a kind of grief that often gets forgotten is the grief when […]

As long as I live…

Countless times on the Internet, there’s been a meme of Trump mocking reporter Serge Kovaleski with the caption “As long as I live, I will never understand how this wasn’t the end of it. First of all, every single time I’ve seen the meme, Kovaleski is just referred to as “disabled reporter” and his name […]

LuLaRoe, Disabilities, and No More.

I have made it no secret that I love LuLaRoe. The clothes are cute (when the patterns aren’t fails), they fit well, they’re comfy with my various health issues. And I’m saddened that I have to say no more. Now, this isn’t the first time LuLaRoe has been problematic, to say the least, in regards to […]

Smashing the OCD stereotype

I have OCD. Yeah, I know. I’m not a neat person. My room is best defined as the name of one of my college radio shows, premeditated pandemonium. People find it hard to believe that I have OCD because I’m not a germaphobe and I’m not a neat person. But it doesn’t change the fact […]

NF Awareness Day 2017

My name is Nora. I am twenty-nine years old. And I have NF type one. NF, or neurofibromatosis, is a genetic disorder. I was born with it, and I will die with it. The way it affects people is different – it’s what’s known as a snowflake disorder as no two people with it are alike. […]

accepting autistic

I am autistic. It’s as much a part of me as anything else is. It’s the Instagram filter I use to view the world, it’s the very way I interact with the world. By accepting autistic, I am accepting who I am.  I don’t know what it’s like to not be autistic – even when […]