Can you tell that I have mitral valve prolapse, asthma, allergies, immune deficiency, gluten intolerance, ADHD, autism, and hearing loss in one ear?
Can you tell that I lived through abuse and overcame being bullied?
Can you tell that I am anxious? That I missed my friend Tom because he was gone? That I have a crush on someone? That I am scared of being rejected by another church?
Can you tell I love music, films, puppetry, dolphins, sign language, and painting? That I play many instruments? That I have a Deaf dog? That I have a cat with megacolon? Can you tell that I am worried about whether my mom will have a new job before next month is over and whether I will ever be able to hold a job at all?
Can you tell I am waiting on the results of IgGs to determine if I can be put on life-saving IVIG?
Can you tell I had my appendix, gall bladder, and tonsils and adenoids removed or two sets of ear tubes?
Can you tell I have a speech disorder? That I worry about how my family will be able to afford therapy for it and autism and the technology we need to help me with my challenges? That I worry about how we can afford my new backup glasses next month and the dental work I still need?
Can you tell that I feel scared, anxious, and glad about God?
Can you tell this from looking at me?
