Hey, I’m Michelle

I’ve been dirt poor, out of options and destined for a life of failure. I am one of 5 children, I lived in a household where it was truly an all-out battle for survival amongst the worst possible conditions. As if surviving those circumstances weren’t enough, on December 18, 2014, my nonverbal 2-year-old daughter was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. Life couldn’t be anymore unfair in my mind. All I ever got was kicked to the face! Here I was as an adult fighting for mine and my family’s survival. In a matter of 5 years, I went from 50K in debt to a sought after multimillion dollar closer and top level executive. In addition, my daughter went from the most restrictive special needs preschool, to an integrated elementary school class with typical peers. I was a woman possessed and obsessed with changing the potential outcome of our lives, and I want to help you do that too!

Hey, I’m Michelle

I’ve been dirt poor, out of options and destined for a life of failure. I am one of 5 children, I lived in a household where it was truly an all-out battle for survival amongst the worst possible conditions. As if surviving those circumstances weren’t enough, on December 18, 2014, my nonverbal 2-year-old daughter was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. Life couldn’t be anymore unfair in my mind. All I ever got was kicked to the face! Here I was as an adult fighting for mine and my family’s survival. In a matter of 5 years, I went from 50K in debt to a sought after multimillion dollar closer and top level executive. In addition, my daughter went from the most restrictive special needs preschool, to an integrated elementary school class with typical peers. I was a woman possessed and obsessed with changing the potential outcome of our lives, and I want to help you do that too!

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I remember it like it was yesterday, sitting in the main office with my principal, social worker, my 2nd grade teacher, and my mother. All eyes were on me and the massive bandage above my left eye. I sheepishly shared with them the fairytale my mother concocted that I fell out of bed the night before, but in actuality, my mother slammed a heavy wrought iron bunkbed ladder on my head.

I told the same story to the doctor in the emergency room the night before, but I guess he didn’t believe me, and to my mother’s annoyance, took it upon himself to call the school/county with his concerns. There was nothing anyone could do if I stuck to the story, but everyone in the room knew there was more to it.

I’ll spare the additional continued examples of a life destined for failure. Instead I’ll head straight to the Cliff Notes – my mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was a Vietnam Veteran making my childhood years feel like a loveless rolling 12-week boot camp with sorority rush week psychological torture on top.

We never had money, sometimes the electric was shut off, or in the dead of winter no oil in the heater tank. When I was 18, I quit college because I couldn’t afford it and I had moved into my first apartment. I was working full time with a 2nd job and was barely managing. Although I was free of that horrendous family home, the reality of being poor truly set in.

There were times I drove around on a suspended license, with no car insurance, just begging to be pulled over and arrested. In fact, at one point I almost was. To this day I firmly believe had it not been for my friend’s infant child seat in the back and the beat up ride I was driving, the police officer took pity on me and let me go without checking my license or fraudulent insurance documents.

But the real rock bottom moment (at that time – it gets much worse than this) came when I wrote a check I knew would bounce. I was in utter despair – wondering if this is what life is all about? Is this really what God had in store for me?

I was able to make a “living” but still barely surviving, and when I met my husband – life still had its challenges. He chose to go into business for himself when the economy was a disaster – in the thankless business of trucking and neither of us had a clue on how to run our own businesses.

I still wonder in awe how we survived those first five years. We were the poster children of living paycheck to credit card bill and back again. To add unexplainable heartache to injury (this was my real bottom) in December 2014 our 2 year old daughter was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. I mean what the hell right!? Can I please catch a break?

Fast forward to today, I am a sought after high level executive (with no college degree) who has taken multiple small/starting businesses to multimillion dollar acquisitions. We purchased our dream home in December of 2017 and money is no longer a scarce resource, but something that easily comes to me. In addition, my daughter went from a non-verbal 2 year old in the most restrictive special needs preschool to a 1st grader in an integrated learning environment with typical peers.

From the surface, you might think that my “luck” may have turned, but luck had little if anything to do with this. At pivotal moments in the last 10 years I made a choice to go from a victim of my circumstances to a SURVIVOR.

You don’t realize how much you have neglected yourself until you make yourself a priority again.

Which brings me to you.
I Coach and mentor parents of special needs children to help them find their strongest version of themselves which in turn allows them to be WARRIOR Advocates for their children. No one knows what you are going through better than me. You now know my story. If I can turn it around then I know you can too.

Whether your child was diagnosed yesterday, five months ago or 10 years ago, I can help you flip your story from Victim to SURVIVOR. If we work together ANYTHING Is possible.

Michelle how can you charge for this?
Well for a few reasons. First, I want to help as many people as possible, that means this is my full time obsession to take this from a free-lance side gig to a full time gig. My daughter still gets hours of ABA therapy amongst other activities and we have a home to pay for! I also feel that when you pay, you got skin in the game. I do have plenty I offer for free including, my blogs, social media, videos, guides, etc. and as I keep rolling out new content, I will always continue to add free and affordable tools for ALL parents.

The bottom line is… I do what I do because I can’t stand the thought of another parent WHITE FLAGGING it! I can’t bare the thought of a child not maximizing their FULL potential. I can’t handle watching another parent fall apart instead of taking action. Teaching parents the most successful way to approach this special parenthood helps these wonderful kids let their lights shine and honor their own truth.

My Promise to you
I won’t sugar-coat the genuine struggle of our kids growing up with developmental disabilities, nor will I make light what it’s like to raise special needs kids. What I will promise is that if we work together, I WILL NOT STOP until I’ve helped share what has made our journey a success so yours can be one too!

This challenge is hard. But you already know that. That’s why you’re here.
Take my Hand, I’ve got you!

You don’t realize how much you have neglected yourself until you make yourself a priority again.

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