Some people thrive on other people’s pity. When the ground began crumbling underneath my feet, and the doctors couldn’t tell what was wrong with me, people felt sorry for me. I didn’t soak in all the attention, on the contrary, all the focus aimed at me made me ashamed of myself, my illness, and I whittled underneath the onslaught of all the sympathy.
Foolish, you might say, but it could be suggested that many people with a disability out there feel this way.
An illness is not something to be ashamed of, a disability not an embarrassing trait. But shame on those that do think this, or if it takes someone a very long time to understand this. Even if in our heads we know it, understand the words, in our hearts maybe we feel… faulty.
life can flop a complete 180 degree spin. From popular, just finishing high school, and on the brink of starting college, to doctor appointments, strong prescription drugs, even chemo therapy disgested in tiny, yellow pills.
It can take some time, but with a disability you will finally at some point understand that standing on the shadow of what was will do no good, and that if you want to live, you need to own up to who you are, and start casting a new shadow.
You have a disability, don’t let the disability have you.