Dear Able Bodied People
This might come as a shock, but I don’t hate you.
Dear Able Bodied People
Don’t talk down to me. Don’t use the “cutesy baby voice” you think I’ll appreciate. I don’t appreciate it. I know you’re trying to be nice, but it's an insult to my intelligence.
Dear Able Bodied People
Please. Don’t pity me. You don’t even know me, but as you hear “my story” or see my scars...
There’s no reason to pity me though, that’s what you don’t seem to understand.
Dear Able Bodied People
I’m not your token. Being friends with me or working with me does not make you a good person. Make sure your heart is in the right place.
No, I’m not paranoid. We leave in a crazy world where people use each other for their own benefit. When you’re a minority you’re more subjected to that.
Dear Able Bodied People
Stop using the world cripple as an insult or to be funny. It isn’t. It’s plain wrong.
Dear Able Bodied People
See past. My disability is a large part of my identity. But I am more. I am a writer. A feminist. An average girl obsessed with Dirty Dancing.
Dear Able Bodied People
We’re not so different. See that. We have similar hopes, dreams, goals, and morals. We’re the same on the inside (in the metaphorical sense strictly, sorry couldn’t resist). That’s what counts though.
Dear Able Bodied People
You're not always right. Neither am I. But there is some middle ground where we can understand each other.
Dear Able Bodied People
I don’t hate you. I hate the entitlement and ignorance.
Dear People
Let's be the change.
Xoxo,
Sick Chick