I Require that my disability is honored.
And yet, you get angry with me because I can’t.
Your able-bodied self can’t imagine being disabled.
You think I reject you when I say no to your plans.
Your plans are flawed, I can’t possibly stand, walk, sit or give that much.
I just can’t.
You look at me with hurt and then derision.
How dare I say no, who am I to think I have that control?
I require that my disability be honored.
Have you, ever asked me how I am?
What it is?
What it’s like?
Of course not, you would rather not know.
Perhaps you live in denial, as I have often done.
Pretending that all is okay and there is no such thing as
Disability in our family.
Is disability a failure, a flaw, a wrong? You wonder.
Perhaps it is the will of a vengeful God, the God of the first testament.
Yet you can’t find any justice in that theory and so it goes…
I cannot go with you to do the thing that you want me to do. Please go do the thing.
When you are done tell me about the thing that I cannot do.
I will listen.
I honor my disability. Will you?