Growing up with a disability I didn’t know I had, meant I was different. Dealing with being different, wasn’t easy. With skirts on, you could physically see I was different, how I mentally and emotionally presented also made me different.
But through my blog, years on being different has brought about a source of connection and belonging and that has changed having incorrect assessments made of me, based on my disability and lack of abilities. There is some understanding.
I know what it is like to be judged. I know what it feels like to be an outsider. I know what it is like to be different and wanting to fit in. I became a pleasing child, just so I could fit in. The more I began to understand my struggles, the more I saw I didn’t need to fit in or belong. Others must fit around me.
What we all want is to be understood. We have to want to be heard and for others to understand us. Although I could never know then, having a disability has been my source of motivation. By telling my story, I have invited others to understand me, which helps others understand themselves.
As I take pride in what has made me different, I have found hidden values in being different. I used to care what others thought, but not anymore. I have now given myself a different way to think.