I am a wife, a mother, a good friend. And an engineer for 40 hours a week. And, oh yeah, I have a disability too. I was diagnosed (when I was a newlywed!) in 1999 at age 30. It took me years to get the correct diagnosis because my symptoms weren’t very severe. My neurologist was happy we had a diagnosis; me, not so much!
I try not to let FA define me. I am in a wheelchair full time; and when people first meet me, they doubt my abilities. And there are many things that I can’t do or that take a crazy amount of time for me to try to do. But I also work full time, go to the gym, bike, do laundry, and make toast (& order delivery pizza) as well as everybody else. And even though I have a slur, my kids seem to fully understand me when I start hollering about dirty laundry on the floor.