even though I've never been abled, so it wasn't really that I was much better off, physically.(more portable, perhaps
I mean, I could always see that other kids could move faster, or had more freedom, or things like that. Sometimes I thought they were lucky, or maybe I'd want to switch with them for a day or so the way other kids might wonder about having different parents or a brother instead of a sister.
(And yeah, it was a little bit easier being in grade school, where other kids would...sometimes lose control somehow, and, well, if everybody you know has a set bedtime, it's easier to know there's not craziness you're not invited to.)
And, maybe, if "well-meaning" adults, capitalism, and my other loving but distant relative the Media hadn't taken it upon themselves to grant me shame about the ways I stand out, I might have gotten shot down all the time. But maybe having people break you down pre-emptively isn't "Toughlove" or indeed, any kind of love at all, but just not being able to bear someone else's flash of confidence. Maybe it would have been better to get shot down blind, than to be endlessly prepped for it.
Not to sound like one of those crapzillions of articles and stories about the middle-aged lady who reconnects with her Inner Harriet the Spy and rediscovers her passions(as well as a notebook empire)
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