My DisabilityThey look at me differently,My Disability7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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And shoo their children away.
They judge me by the way I am,
They don't listen to what I say.
They think I must be dumb,
An old-fashioned "Idiot."
Just because I cannot get up,
From the chair in which I sit.
And even when they get to know me,
They still don't understand.
Always underestimating me,
Because I cannot stand.
"You don't look like you should be in a wheelchair,"
A lady once told me.
Why? Because I don't drool?
Because I'm aware that I have to pee?
I'm sick of all these stereotypes!
Get to know me, please.
And then maybe you will see,
That I can talk with ease.
"Poor thing," a woman mumbled,
As I got off the elevator.
The fact that she refered to me,
I didn't realize until later.
I don't consider myself disabled.
I do not wish to walk.
I just want you to stop staring,
And listen when I talk.
Don't you dare call me an invalid,
Cripple, retarded, or lame.
Just call me Jennifer.
By the way, that's my name.
I bet you didn't know that;
You didn't bothe
Who am I? Asperger InsightWho am I?Who am I? Asperger Insight7 years ago in Biography & Memoir
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Well, isnt that a question and a half? I can say what I am, thats easy. I am human, I am female, I am fifteen years, one hundred and ninety three days old (as of March 30th 2006) and Im a little over five foot two inches tall. But who I am is still a mystery. I have no idea who I am, and the more questions I ask, the more the answers seem to elude me, I just seem to be faced with more and more questions. In all reality its a vicious spiral, dragging me down deeper into the midst of an identity
its not an identity crisis, more of an identity search. Id love to know who I am, but the fact is I dont and I may never know. I have to ask why it matters? Why do humans constantly strive for acceptance, to be wanted and to fit in with everybody else, whilst at the same time strive for their individuality? How can it be possible to be both?
I am half Irish, and half English, born and raised in Leeds, West Yorkshire, Engl
A Letter To My PastMy dearest youth,A Letter To My Past4 years ago in Letters
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There is so much I would like to tell you, but I shall try to fit it all into this letter. First, the obvious. Live life to the fullest, keep your friends close, and laughter really is the best medicine.
And now, a look into the future. With dull brown hair and tired looking eyes, you're certainly not the most beautiful, nor most popular. You do, however, have a few close friends. You're shy, quiet, and not as carefree as you are while reading this message. You will be teased, tormented even, but don't let it trouble you. Your future is bright, and there will be those special moments that show you how wonderful this world really is. But now I'm just getting ahead of myself. I wouldn't want to ruin it for you, although it really is the journey that matters most, even if you don't yet know your final destination.
I would like to share with you now a grave truth. Life is not fair, despite what parents try to tell you. I believe it is something every person should know, n