Its a frustrating thing, to be who you are in a world thats so quick to judge. I often adapt my behavior to make others more comfortable, while I am in the one in pain. When I exit my car, and I feel the eyes of strangers watching me because I am in a handicap spot.They cant see the curvature of my spine, the nerve damage, the machine that pumps pain medication, the spasms or know Ive been suffering since age 11. They see a young woman, who appears fine. So I move slower, wince more, act accordingly to their standards of what disabled is. Perhaps this is why my alone time and time with my kids, is so satisfying. Theres no need to pretend.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:04:54 +0000
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