Reading you recounting the support you'd received from your new friends brought a smile to my face.

Throughout my youth and young adulthood, I grappled with the dual-anxiety about being BOTH disabled *and* gay. Sometimes one (either my sexuality or my disability status) would displace the other, as a greater stressor for me. Sometimes, they'd both be equal stressors. On rare occasion, neither would be a stressor.

And we won't even *go* into my religion...

When it comes to intersectionality, even in the eyes of many supposedly "enlightened" people: if they can't SEE it (in someone else), it doesn't exist.