Excuse me about my left field post.
The issue I have with being disabled is the relationship I have with my dad.
He never takes me anywhere. Why? Because I’ll “just complain” from Cerebral Palsy causing so much chronic pain if I’m excessively doing even the simplest things. Never tells me when he makes plans to take my sister on holidays and trips because I struggle so badly with social activities.
I hate it.
I’m his forgotten child.
And I know that if I was normal, he’d care about me more. I wouldn’t be such a burden. But I’ll never be normal.









