So, I haven't blogged in a few. Days. I came up with a good 'connection' or 'analogy' to feel (almost exactly, maybe, I don't know, I'm not YOU or THEM...) how us SM diagnosed kids feel.
Imagine your just hanging out with a bunch of friends and someone ticks someone off, and pulls out his or her gun. You're thinking, "Oh my God, please, no!" He or she shoves it into your hands and says, "Come on, just do it! ... It's easy! ... Anyone can do that! ... You idiot! Are you retarded or something?! DO IT!!"
But you just can't.
Maybe that didn't make any sense to you. Maybe it just confused you. Think about it.
Onto a different matter, we most likely all know someone with a mental or physical disability.
What about emotional-ish disabilities? Those kinds of things can haunt you forever.
It sickens me, "How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes-- How such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence."
In my case it's no voice.
You're probably thinking, "Holy cow there's something terribly wrong with this girl! or WHAT AN IDIOT. or How sad."
Maybe none of those. Just don't FEEL bad for me.
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