Thoughts

My thoughts wander through parallels of great distress. My body is finding new ways of spasming that make every day living a lot more complex. You see, I must stay distracted my mind on other things- work, attendant issues, etc. But I feel like society expects more from people like me. I have to break down a lot of stereotypes- good, bad, ugly, true and false, about my disability and my very existence. I like to believe that I understand people enough to realize that their ignorance is their loss, and none of my business. I go out of my way to educate these people that folks with disabilities are just people who happen to have impairments that effect their ability to empower or destroy people with disabilities. They don't understand that we are just like everyone else, but are we really? I think that there should be a poll: " but are we really?" How we feel, our actions, our ability to live, our ability to have employment and education; it means a lot for people with disabilities to become overachievers and get support in achieving what everyone should have and what everyone wants to have. A chance, a real and honest chance. And I think that for those who sit around and choose to only exist, or don't exist, it poses a real problem. It buys into a stereotype that people with disabilities are just people who use benefits and don't achieve anything throughout their lives. It is very frustrating that only 75% of people with disabilities are unemployed, and they want to be employed. But people should not stop trying. We have to keep going. And challenge our minds. I am really frustrated for some unknown reason.