vindication is sweet.
Because my birthfamily is Messed The Hell Up, I am now learning things about myself and my disability that I probably might ought to have known before now. Some of these things are fantastically vindicating.
The reason I can't bend over properly? Is because of my spasticity and my joints. It's not because I'm fat. It's not because I'm out of shape (atlhough I am, but that's a different matter). It's not because I'm not trying hard enough. It's just the way I was built.
The reason I can't sit with straight posture? Is because I have a messed-up pelvis (again, due to the CP). It's not because I'm lazy and it's not because I'm fat and it's not because I don't care about my appearance.
I am only barely able to restrain myself from phoning my mother and informing her of these True Medical Facts. My therapist offered to do it for me. (She was pissed, by the way, at the fact that I'd been fed this crap.)
VICTORY IS MINE, BITCHES. Y'ALL CAN SUCK IT.
The reason I can't bend over properly? Is because of my spasticity and my joints. It's not because I'm fat. It's not because I'm out of shape (atlhough I am, but that's a different matter). It's not because I'm not trying hard enough. It's just the way I was built.
The reason I can't sit with straight posture? Is because I have a messed-up pelvis (again, due to the CP). It's not because I'm lazy and it's not because I'm fat and it's not because I don't care about my appearance.
I am only barely able to restrain myself from phoning my mother and informing her of these True Medical Facts. My therapist offered to do it for me. (She was pissed, by the way, at the fact that I'd been fed this crap.)
VICTORY IS MINE, BITCHES. Y'ALL CAN SUCK IT.