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When I was born deaf, my mother cried.
She really did not see a future.
The doctor said he would never amount to anything, his mental capacity would be little to none,
and you should probably give him up and think about adoption.
I didn't know the word "***";
the word "transgender" hadn't even been invented yet.
Chris probably had one of the worst diagnoses ever:
self-injurious, mental retardation, severe autism,
and I was pretty much told to put him in an institution.
He ate the walls, he ate the table, he ate the rug.
If I coughed, he would run downstairs and punch me.
Before I transitioned, I just wasn't all there.
I couldn't quite be a full member of the family.
And there was one guy that I had a crush on.
He said to me, "Why do you lisp?"
And my heart was crushed.
You sort of get what you get, and you go from there.
I thought to myself, if he's happy, if he stops hurting himself;
you know, if I could hug him, that that would be the greatest gift in life.
I'm lucky to have had her in this particular period of time and...
I'm lucky, too.
Thank you.
God gave me a brain, and he gave me a heart.
I try to use both of those things to the fullest.
There really isn't any definition of what's "normal" or "not normal"
or "far from the tree" or "right under the tree."
The love that parents have for their children
can see them through an enormous amount.