When people see me they see my chair. That may sound like a rash or over exaggerated statement. Like I’m bothered by it. Don’t worry, I’m not. I’ve never really given much thought towards the “image” people get of me.
It’s not like you are witnessing something I’m not aware of. I’m “disabled.” I know I’m “disabled.” And I’m quite comfortable with it. But given my difficulty in clearly vocalizing with people who aren’t familiar with my speaking style, it’s difficult for me to change a persons expectations of me.
Just because you happen to be unsure of how to take me and wish you were someplace else, once I open my mouth, please don’t make an uncomfortable situation (for both of us) worse by flashing me that generic blank stare and a nod as you pass on. That shit drives me up the wall. Continue reading I’ll Try Again