Queer, neurodivergent and menopausal - when intersectionality means falling through the cracks

And finding the answer lies in daring to carve out my own path

Photo by Edward Howell on Unsplash

I really never know where the day will take me; what flavour will permeate the texture of it. Mostly, the self I bring to each day is an amalgam of identities, blending into an indistinct and familiar me-ness. But I never know when the day’s events will stir up the internal ecosystem. I never know which particular bits …