In the society that I live in, people like me are disposable. I have two strikes against me, and half of a lifetime of abuse has given me a third in the form of PTSD and social anxiety. The latter of the two could have been prevented had the world been kinder to someone like me. I have been crippled by the abuse that society has perpetrated upon people that aren’t “normal”.
I don’t know what hurts more, the fact that my father actually left my wife and I on the side of the road while he left, or the fact that he didn’t have enough trust and faith in me to hear my fears and take them into consideration. This morning we (my wife, father, niece [...]