Kids?
Yep– 2 of them, 5th and 2nd grades
Dogs or cats?
Dogs all the way. I appreciate cats, but HATE coughed-up furballs on my countertops. Gross.
If you could be any fruit, what kind of fruit would you be?
An orange. So many reasons. Mostly because they are so bright and happy– I mean they are ORANGE– but that acidity cuts through the sweet. Balanced. Also quite pithy. (groan….)
What superpower do you wish you had?
Breathing underwater. I'm terrible at holding my breath and wish I didn't feel panicky that I might not be able to get my next breath. I read that Frank Sinatra swam laps every chance he could to increase his lung power. So, I could probably work on it, but I'm a terrible singer so I'm doing everyone a favor by not.
Where in this world have you lived?
Lots of Places– Maplewood, NJ; Dhahran, Saudi Arabia; Brussels, Belgium; Lake Forest, IL; Northfield, MN; Minneapolis, MN; Burbank, CA; Idyllwild, CA; Bainbridge Island, WA with long periods of time in South Carolina and London, England.
Where did you go to school?
Carleton College- that's in Minnesota, dontcha know.
First Job:
Camp counselor– Aiken, SC
Best Job:
Actress– Los Angeles, CA. That is until we got this non-profit up and running. I have to say nothing has ever felt more right or a better fit. And we’re always looking for more support, so get in touch if you wanna come play!
meg wolf
2e, AuDHD, SPD, Mom (she/her)
How did you get involved in Neurodiverse Connections?
I was the one who dragged Shannon to pottery. Next session, Marcee showed up. Then Shannon strong-armed Robin into coming, and the rest, as they say, is history.
I'd known for 2 years that my oldest daughter is autistic and saw first-hand during pandemic homeschooling how profoundly difficult her PDA profile made school for her. I had also recently received my own ADHD diagnosis (at age 46!). So, I did what I always do to make sense of things– I started learning everything I could about neurodiversity. The more I learned, the more I realized how little I had known about it before.
In the last 18 years, scientists have discovered so much about the brain that almost ALL the current information is new to EVERYONE, especially as it applies to girls and women, and other marginalized groups. I was utterly fascinated! It occurred to me that I was actually LIVING this neurodivergent life and barely knew anything about it– how many other people were as unaware as I? Obviously, I had a new special interest and a new calling— yippee!!
MEG'S STORY
So here's some more background info. It's written in 3rd person for some reason, as if I was pretending someone else was fascinated by me and that I didn't actually write this myself. Interesting. Marcee, you're a therapist. Do we need to talk?
Meg grew up overseas, and came back to the States in 6th grade. She lived in the Chicago suburbs, was a camp counselor in SC, attended a year of boarding school in Massachusetts, went to college in MN, studied theatre in London, worked and performed in Minneapolis, and then moved to LA to act full time. She married a hilarious brilliant man, and with him by her side she worked on-camera in LA for 12 years, rescued dogs, traveled, and talked about moving up to Bainbridge Island to raise their children… sometime.
Then one day, Meg was making an Olive Garden commercial. It was 12 weeks after delivering her first daughter and Meg had started the day nursing her infant girl. 3 hours later, Meg sat on a soundstage in Hollywood, across the table from a 23-year old actress playing her on-camera daughter. Meg decided her life was too strange and it was time to make some changes.
She and her family settled on Bainbridge in 2016, when Eloise was just barely 2 and Alice was waiting to make her debut at the end of that year. The friends Meg made at her daughter's preschool were instrumental in helping Eloise be identified as having Sensory Processing Disorder, and a year later at age 5, we learned Eloise is autistic with the PDA (Pathological Demand Avoidance or Pervasive Drive for Autonomy) profile.
[Oooh, look, back to first-person– I guess because things get real here?]
I shudder to think where our family would be if we had not been encouraged to seek an explanation for Eloise's distress (thanks Team Eloise!). Learning about PDA radically changed everything about parenting my daughters, and I am so thankful for this knowledge. A year and a half later, at the ripe old age of 46, my doctor and I figured out I had ADHD. This identification has changed my life. I'm also seeing familiar traits in Alice and now our whole family is working on understanding and supporting each others’ brains.
The last 10 years have served as what is surely by now a PhD-level equivalency in ADHD, Autism, and PDA, exactingly instructed by my 2-pack of 2e kiddos. Imagine my surprise when I realized that I too was not just an ADHDr, but actually also autistic and had spent my life masking so hard, internalizing so much ableism that it was literally making me sick.
I spent my whole life thinking I wasn't good enough and didn't deserve my accomplishments (Introducing… Imposter Syndrome!) desperate to please everyone while terrified someone might see through my facade to the sham beneath it (Co-starring… Deep Masking!)
The point is, I won't let my girls go through that. So. Yeah. Neurodiverse Connections and NeuroEmpathy. Let's do this.