Pity. Four letters that can piss people off, maybe more than other common four letter words (if you’re on the receiving end that is). When you’re disabled, pity is as common as doing laundry, but I’ve still never gotten used to it.
Reason #1: I don’t like it: I am a girl who doesn’t mince words, so, to put it succinctly, pity pisses me off. I didn’t plan on being disabled growing up. I had a mind and body completely set forth on a having life that very much included a body that fully worked, and you know, listened to me when I wanted to move it, basic stuff.
But….since life is rarely ever what one plans it to be (it’s crazy I’m even typing this, even 18 years after the fact, that yes, I am a woman with a disability). I find myself living a reality that really isn’t what I planned it to be. A bit out of body? Yup. Everyone can relate to this though, even if you’re completely healthy and have never known someone with a disability.
Take this scenario: Have you ever spilled milk? You know the feeling when you’re watching it spill right before your eyes, and you’re unable to stop it, so you just accept that it’ll spill? That is my reality, everyday. So please, understand/relate, remember this and refrain.
Pity is rudeness, like spitting in public, staring at people with eye patches, not minding your please and th