A Perfect Description of Life With A DisAbility
This is a guest post by Ala Abbas, who usually blogs at Between East and West, where this was originally posted on Wednesday, or Pickled Politics. I realise it’s not meant to have anything at all to do with DisAbility. I just thought it was a perfect description of life with one. Thanks to Ala.
This world wasn’t designed for all you quiet ones. You infamous introverts who have gained the limelight only for the sound of your deafening silence, and perhaps an accompanying sense of mystery. No one cares for you and scarcely acknowledges your existence, even when you make an occasional excursion into the outside world, squinting in the sun. No one cares if you discovered fire or invented the wheel first, you will never be acknowledged for your efforts. If you’re lucky you’ll be employed in innovative technology, but usually your social skills are only enough to get you an invisible technician’s job. You’re locked away from society, even though most of your thoughts are concerned with how to improve that godforsaken race of creatures. You are the nurturer of a child who is ungrateful to you and doesn’t like the look of your bottle bottom specs and pale skin. You are a genius, but no one will ever know, at least not until you’re dead. And as the world continues to spin on its axis of banality and incompetence, it is your humility and inability to tell a lie that prevents you from stepping in. An alien species almost, you must watch the world go by and only dream. You’re too good for this sick world, anyway.
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