My journey in a book is based around my difficulties of living with a disability I didn’t know I had. Those were difficult times, it’s been a difficult life.
My realities are delivered in a way that others can understand and will resonate with, as if my journey were theirs too. As I take a journey through my experiences, I remember those as if they happened today.
My values match my experiences in the way they happened. Each of our realities are real. Growing up with a disability I didn’t know I had, made my experiences even more real.
Through my book I chart my journey I thought I would never take, I was able to learn new things about myself, about my life. I gained an insight into my mind, into my experiences, how those experiences made me feel, then documented my life.
Along the way, I was able to compare my new learning with those of my personal understanding, of my experiences, of how those experiences happened. I wanted and needed an understanding no matter how hard that understanding was going to be.
I didn’t want to be invisible, I didn’t want to hide, I wanted to be me. I wanted to be free, the truth would set me free. The truth depended on my experiences on my perspective, how I remember my experiences to be, it didn’t matter if others disagreed, it wasn’t their experiences, or their life.
But the realities are the same. Facts don’t change, just because we may not remember the facts in the same way others remember. Whatever the facts, we might not like them, but they are still real.