If you looked at me, you wouldn’t see anything wrong. No wheelchairs, no walking sticks, no tubes; nothing to suggest I may struggle with a disability.  But the truth is, I am disabled.  I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (also known as ME)  which causes unrelenting fatigue, cognitive issues, and sometimes pain which takes over every muscle in my body.  I’m also autistic which causes me sensory and processing issues.  When I was first diagnosed with these conditions, I was in my early twenties and a hoarder.  I landed jobs easily, but I struggled to keep them and life at home aways felt chaotic. I couldn’t just relax when I got…