About No Filter Nicki
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
Raising a neurodivergent child in a world that refuses to bend means living without a filter—because sugarcoating doesn’t protect our kids, and pretending everything’s fine doesn’t help them thrive. It’s about advocating loudly, loving fiercely, and challenging systems that weren’t built with our children in mind. We parent in truth, not
Raising a neurodivergent child in a world that refuses to bend means living without a filter—because sugarcoating doesn’t protect our kids, and pretending everything’s fine doesn’t help them thrive. It’s about advocating loudly, loving fiercely, and challenging systems that weren’t built with our children in mind. We parent in truth, not perfection—because our kids deserve a world that meets them where they are, not where society thinks they should be.
When School Breaks Them
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
No filter when school breaks them—because watching your neurodivergent child unravel in a place that’s meant to support them shatters you too. It’s crying in the car, writing the emails, sitting in endless meetings where no one really listens. It’s rage and heartbreak in equal measure. So we stop sugarcoating. We speak the truth, loudly.
No filter when school breaks them—because watching your neurodivergent child unravel in a place that’s meant to support them shatters you too. It’s crying in the car, writing the emails, sitting in endless meetings where no one really listens. It’s rage and heartbreak in equal measure. So we stop sugarcoating. We speak the truth, loudly. Because if school won’t change for them, we damn well will make sure the world hears why it has to.
Menopause Made Me Do It
Raising a Neurodivergent Child when the World Won’t Bend
Menopause Made Me Do It
No filter in menopause—because we’re done whispering about hot flashes, brain fog, and feeling like strangers in our own skin. It’s mood swings, sleepless nights, and powering through anyway. It’s losing parts of ourselves and fighting like hell to reclaim them. We won’t be quiet, polite, or invisible. This is a reckoning, not a phase—and we’re showing up, unfiltered and unapologetic.