Rude
I had the bizarre experience of being talked about and asked about when I was sitting right there. I’m disabled not mentally challenged. It’s so rude. Who are you to talk about me, in front of me, but not to me? I didn’t realize how pissed about that as I am.
My intelligence wasn’t affected by my tumor. My ability to express myself was affected. I’ve also been stared at. Let me be clear, my condition is not for your entertainment. You can do a lot of stuff in a wheelchair because you magically become invisible.
When a little kid stares at me I stick my tongue out. It’s so surprising for the kids I do it to. It’s juvenile and petty but still highly entertaining. Kids are naturally curious but it’s not cool or remotely okay for adults to stare. I’m not going to be an object of curiosity for adults or kids.
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