Still Knocking

I tried my hand at Reddit. Thought maybe I’d find a corner where someone like me could talk. Someone who shows up for kids that technically aren’t mine, but feel like they are. I posted in nanny groups, Aunt groups, and Parenting groups. A real story-real experience.

…Removed immediately. Too new. Too suspicious. Apparently sincerity is a red flag now. The one post that did survive- accused of being AI. Which is hilarious, because a robot would explode the first time a toddler screamed because their sock had “too much sock.”

I speak. And suddenly existing is an interruption. It isn’t just online. Life loves to keep me outside the window while everyone else gets a seat at the table. Always the outsider. Always knocking.

This is my story. My life. My heart. I write for me. But pretending it doesn’t hurt when I’m shut out? That’s a lie. I’m here, I’m human, and I’m not going anywhere… for now.