I'm the single parent of a 16 year old with a mild intellectual disability and speech impairment. I had her when I was 20, so my life as I knew it ended with her birth. I gained 60 pounds during my pregnancy, and she came at 28 weeks gestation, and spent a month and a half in the hospital before coming home. As we were both growing up together, I ate my way through emotions, depression, and disappointment in myself. I had to stop attending college because she was medically fragile, and as she got older, she had speech, PT, & OT twice a week every week. My entire 20s and early 30s were spent trekking back and forth to doctors and therapists appointments, so keeping myself healthy was the last thing on my mind. I finally finished college when I was almost 30, and jumped right back in for graduate school, which I just graduated this year at the age of 36. The journey of being a parent to a special needs child has been hard, but definitely rewarding. She now participates in numerous Special Olympics sports and she cheers on a Special Needs Cheerleading Squad. She's the typical teenager who has an iphone, and wants a car. I tell her that we would have to evacuate the streets everytime she leaves the house, lol.