At the beginning of this month, I submitted an article to an online site for the first time – an article that was very quickly rejected. The story was for themighty.com and I knew that I was running the risk of rejection because of its language, a bit politically incorrect, maybe even harsh to some. It wasn’t meant to be harsh, however, just honest. Perhaps, I didn’t make myself clear enough – or perhaps they were just rejecting everything this month. Since I’m not afraid to be controversial in my own blog, I’m sharing the story with you…
I remember the first (and only) time that someone called me a cripple to my face. It was an early summer evening in front of my great-aunt’s house, when I was about seven or eight years old. I was alone, sitting in my manual wheelchair on the sidewalk, probably waiting for my sister as I was too weak to propel the chair myself, and a boy was walking along the same sidewalk in the opposite direction. When he saw me, he looked at my skinny body in my little wheelchair and said, “You’re a cripple.”
And I laughed at him.
I would like to say that I laughed bravely in the face of bullying… but, that wouldn’t be a true description of my laughter or of the situation itself. Continue reading