I wrote this on my Tumblr about a year ago. I don’t know where the words came from, but this is one of the easiest things I’ve written. And the hardest thing I’ve shared on any public platform. I
I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks now. I’ve struggled with deciding when to share this. I thought Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day would be a good time to share it.
Having disabilities is something I’ve always struggled with talking or writing about. I prefer to ignore my disabilities when I can. It’s part of how I cope. I also never know how people will react when they find out I’m disabled. And I’m scared of finding out so I stay quiet.
Maybe this will be the only thing I write on the subject. Maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll share more of what it means for me to be disabled. Maybe I won’t. For today it’s enough to say I have to say I have Spastic Diplegia Cerebral Palsy. Hopefully, what I’ve written below can help someone else:
People with disabilities, both visible and invisible, physical and mental are like the odd-shaped puzzle pieces that you find in puzzles with a thousand or more pieces. People look at those pieces and wonder what the hell they’re good for, or how on earth their going to fit. Sometimes these pieces look like they should fit in a particular space and so people will try everything they can to make the piece even to the point of almost breaking the piece before realizing it’s no use and in complete frustration they toss the piece aside.
People tend to get really frustrated even angry with people who aren’t typically -abled and just like those odd shaped puzzle pieces they toss us aside thinking, mistakenly, that they don’t need us.
People don’t know what to do with us. They don’t know how to handle people different from them. They wonder what the heck we’re possibly good for. Trust us, we all have wondered that at one time or another. But believe it or not, someday you’re going to need people like us. People like us bring a whole different perspective to the table. We can bring ideas and new ways of doing things that you normal freaks have have never thought of.
You may not know it. You may not even want to admit it, but someday you’re going to need people like me to complete your picture.
I honestly don’t like being “non-typical.” I wish I was normal and have ever since I was little. Most, if not all disabled people struggle with accepting themselves. But maybe we can learn to accept ourselves together. Being odd-shaped puzzle pieces isn’t what we wanted, but it’s what life handed to us, so let’s go out there and rock it to the best of our odd-shaped puzzle piece ability