Following the cue of last week's post, this is my personal version of its counterpart: the liberation of old misconceptions of how people are supposed to look. I've had abled people ask me on a couple occasions, why some people don't seem to accept their disabilities, and even had people close to me asking why I didn't accept my own disability in the past. My answer is we deserve patience, A LOT of patience, because processing the grief for what could have been, finding our p
So the thing about being a disabled child is that your parents probably aren't disabled. They read all those books – real books or metaphorical books – about how to be a good parent but the books didn't really have a chapter covering disabilities. Basically they have no fucking idea what they're doing, so they try to do an approximation: you're not a normal kid but maybe you can be as close to one as possible.
The memory of this was always very close to my mind, in one way