Cerebral Palsy and I have always been friends, though not of my choosing. God gave me the biggest blessing. Being a trooper is a matter of necessity. Life has taught me that once you clear a hurdle, you are not finished. Cerebral Palsy has been as much a mental battle. I rise and shine, then as some point during the day have a battle. It's a daily fight. I fight boredom, negative thoughts and tight muscles. I listen to Christian music to bring me hope. I have to fight me to have faith. I have to fight every perceived and real slight. Being disabled in American society is a struggle. Being disabled yet not clearly fitting in the box is harder. When society thinks you can pass for normal, but know different is a fight everyday. All men were not created equal, I don't believe that. The deck is a pendulum in which some keep swinging hoping for some clarity. And I fight because who else will? A disabled reality is trying to fit a square peg in a round hole hoping the powers that be realize ONE SIZE DOES NOT FIT ALL. Don't get me started on politics, because we know the candidates don't speak for me, and one finds me a disgrace to humanity. And apparently, my disability doesn't show unless I give you my medical history. Trump and Clinton, maybe you'd have to disclose yours if you were in my shoes. What a damn luxury. The doctors' office knows my voice when I call, can you say that?
Let me make a HUGE statement that you can recall:
I am a disabled square peg that doesn't fit into a round hole.