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My childhood was a rough ride. More of it was spent in the hospital than out.  When it came time for college I had barely spent any time in high school, I had no idea what to expect.  I was a shoo-in for the office for students with disabilities.

Before that, I had never really thought of myself as disabled, despite everything wrong with me.  I had an NJ tube coming out of my nose to feed me where I couldn’t feed myself because of my gastroparesis.  It went down my throat, past my esophagus, past my stomach, into the middle of my small intestine where it dripped in a tablespoon and a half of formula every hour.