I never really knew what I was going to do when I got home from school, but when I was sitting in a hotel room with my family on a Friday night, I knew I wanted to live on the road, and so did the rest of the family.
That’s what I did when I moved to Austin, Texas in 2015.
I lived at a hotel in downtown Austin with my boyfriend, his mother, and two of my older siblings.
They lived with my grandmother and her partner and my stepfather.
They’d take me to and from the hotel.
My parents weren’t home, but I’d make a call to my grandparents to check in.
We’d go over the plans for the week, and I’d tell them where we’d be staying, how long we’d stay, and if they’d be able to come to my house.
At night, they’d take turns taking me out to dinner, and sometimes they’d invite friends over, too.
There was always something going on.
And sometimes I’d stay at their house, too, for extended periods of time.
One night, my boyfriend called to tell me he had to go to the hospital, but he had the money to pay for it, so he just said, “Let’s just do it,” and left.
I never got a chance to tell my family I had to stay in the hotel because I was so busy.
It was just too stressful.
I was never sure if I was actually going to get out of the hotel, because I never heard anything back.
At the time, I didn’t even know that there was an online community for people with disabilities, because the internet is such a private space for people.
The internet was a way to communicate in ways that were outside of my control.
So when I started doing this for a living, I thought it would be fun to share some of that experience and some of the frustrations I had.
We would all come in to the hotel rooms and talk about things.
My boyfriend would talk about being an actor and things like that, and then my mom would talk to my siblings about the challenges they faced when they were growing up.
Then, we’d go to my stepdad’s house, and my mom and I would all go over to his house, sit down on the couch, and chat for a while.
At some point, my parents started to get mad at me for being too busy, and they’d start yelling at me.
They told me, “Your friends are going to tell people about this, but you’re not going to say anything.
This is a big deal!”
It was frustrating.
They were very angry at me, but it was frustrating because I felt like it was really a private thing.
But at some point in the night, we got to the point where we just started to talk.
We started talking about things, and at some points, we had dinner at a restaurant together, which was pretty cool.
It made me feel really good that we were all able to have a good time.
It didn’t make me feel like I needed to do this more, but at some time in the future, I hope that people will stop being so angry about me.