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Trans-Species
Trans-Species
Trans-Species
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Trans-Species

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Jason Jacobs has a daughter named Liz. An autistic child, she identifies with lizards better than people. Jason finds it unusual when Liz's pediatrician tells Jason's wife Carrie that she had 'species identity disorder' and suggests that she take lizard hormones to feel comfortable in her not-yet-scaly skin. But why would Carrie be in favor of such a radical procedure in the first place? And what does her past as an activist have to do with her unorthodox choice?

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Release dateOct 12, 2016
ISBN9781370070961
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Chad Descoteaux

I am a self-published, mildly autistic science fiction author who combines quirky sci-fi elements with issues that we can all relate to. Check out my official website www.turtlerocketbooks.com

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    Trans-Species - Chad Descoteaux

    TRANS-SPECIES

    By Chad Descoteaux

    For Carrie Wynn, a woman who spent decades being passionate about social change, organizing fund raisers and protests alike on the hopes of making the world a better place for her future offspring, motherhood came at a price. Marriage was less of a sacrifice. It took less away from her passions, because she now had a supportive husband named Jason who would be the bread-winner, allowing her to let her volunteer humanitarian work BE her job.

    But motherhood meant activism would have to take a back seat. It meant she would have to leave the protesting and other movements to the younger generation, who both lacked her experience and considered many of her convictions to be old-fashioned. It meant that, for lack of a better term, this was it. She spent those years working to make the world a better place for her offspring and now, her offspring was here. This was her daughter’s generation. Her thoughts fluctuated from being proud of how hard she had fought to change the world, to being worried about her daughter in a world where more needed to be done.

    These were the thoughts racing through the mind of Carrie Wynn-Jacobs as she leaned on the handlebars of her daughter’s stroller. They were in the zoo, escaping the blazing hot sun of this July day by ducking into the air conditioning of the reptile exhibit. Eighteen-month-old Liz was staring blankly into one terrarium with a big smile on her face. She was a quiet child. Always had been. Didn’t cry much as a baby. But she seemed fascinated by this particular lizard, who was hanging upside down from a tree branch. Its tail was curled up. When insects dropped down from above during feeding time, the lizard gobbled them up, using its elongated tongue. Its eyes moved back and forth, an instinct that served it well in the wild, making sure there were no predators around. Liz loved it, pointing at the lizard and saying, Ma! Ma! Ma! repeatedly when she knew her mother was watching.

    Liz loved watching this one lizard so much that when her mother tried to pull the stroller away from the terrarium, she started to cry, coaxing her mother into going back to watch that one lizard yet again. Liz was eventually okay with moving on to another exhibit, but that exhibit also contained a lizard, so she would be fixated on it for what seemed like hours to her mother.

    This continued for years. Every time Liz’s mother would take her to the zoo, she would spend most of the time obsessing over lizards. And the more Carrie learned from their pediatrician Dr. Blazi, who was also the doctor who had delivered Liz, about autism in children, the more she understood that a fixation on one subject, like lizards, was normal for someone with that neurological condition.

    When Liz was three, she refused to eat with any utensils, despite her mother’s insistence and direction. She would eat by leaning her chin onto the rim of the plate or bowl and shovel each individual noodle or piece of

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