I haven’t blogged in forever and this has absolutely nothing to do with what’s going on in my life, but I was surfing blogs on WP and found this, and realized…
Yes! This is exactly how I feel on occasion!!
So read and enjoy!
I don’t want to be blind when it means being conspicuous. I don’t want attention for what’s different about me. I don’t want passers-by holding their breath as I cross the street. Today, I want to blend in with the crowd, to be one of the guys.
I don’t want to be blind when it means being tended to. If you insist on telling me I don’t look blind or act blind, then stop treating me like I’m helpless. I don’t want Sunday dinner becoming a hot mess of what I can eat gracefully or who will read me the menu. I don’t want the guilt of you taking on my anxiety and then not knowing how to handle it.
I don’t want to be blind when it means being patronized. I don’t want to hear how tough it must be or how intelligent my dog must be. I don’t…
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