I had coffee with my younger self this morning…

I had coffee with my younger self this morning…
They were 15 minutes late, but I tried so hard to be on time.
They had a skinny four shot latte but I said skinny milk tastes like shit and my body can’t handle that much liquid anymore having a paralysed stomach. I ordered an oat PSL cortado for enjoyment.
I told them we use They/Them pronouns and they said they didn’t even know what non-binary was. I told them we were happily married to a woman and they told me the idea of being gay hadn’t even been introduced to them yet.
They said Grandad is their best friend. Some things never change.
They ask me why I’m in a wheelchair. I say ‘you know how you always got tired, and how your knees click and your ankles sprain, and you have those hospital trips here and there?’ They become a problem.
They ask if I become a teacher. I told them I got too sick to finish school… but I try to convince them I’m not a disappointment! “I freelance write” I say “writing blog posts and charity pieces and creative briefs” and I’m going to study it at uni. I have so much potential
They ask why I was jiggling the joystick of my chair – it’s called stimming, we’re autistic and we learn to openly stim soon.
I see the bracelets covering their wrists – my heart aches for them. They stare back at me – luckily I didn’t scar too badly.
They were confused about our body – we spent so long trying to minimise it and now we’re plus size. How?! I tell them we’re finally happy.
I hug her goodbye and send her goodbye with a big envelope of happy mail goodies. I hope we will meet again