- Monday, 24 August 2015 22:20
One of the special joys of having a variable condition is when people tell you’re milking it. That you’re only disabled when it suits you. It’s either real or it isn’t. It can’t just change. You were walking fine yesterday.
I’ve heard it all. Back in my college days, I battled a lot with staff. My disability didn’t stop me, I used it.
One time, the head of department sat me down to tell me just that. That I played on it. That I was only disabled when it suited me. I was too shocked to answer back. Nowadays, I’d have torn him a new one, privately and publicly. I was an anxious, introverted young soul. I could only dream of the angry, outspoken adult I’d be one.
Stay strong. Don’t put up with it. Don’t let people who don’t understand your situation tell you the boundaries. It’s hard, I know, but you’re better than them.