Nobody is aware of the differences in his/her body more than the handicap person himself/herself. Growing up as an "abnormal" girl under the eyes of society, I was constantly being reminded of this ordeal. Most often, I didn't feel any different. I thought I was just another girl. I couldn't run, skip, or jump, but if I stood still, I was as normal as the next girl.
I had a body with two arms and two legs, except my right leg was about two inches shorter than the left one due to the injection. I just walked wobbly, but back then a little different was a major reject! What people defined normal was beyond my comprehension! I just knew I was a handicap and I accepted it.
My disability limited me from many activities, but I could also do lots of other activities. No one would acknowledge that or recognize that! Just because I walked different, I was automatically on the "toss out" list, and labeled as useless. I had to prove this theory over and over again to myself and to others.
Living with aunt, I wasn't allowed to sit and cry for my meal. I had to earn my keep. I had to contribute to my presence, and proved my worth. In fact, I carried more chores than a normal person ever did in that orphanage. My leg though damaged, my hands were not! I might walk slower than others, but I did get to where I supposed to be!
I learned that different people have different body types, sizes, and shapes. Very few had the perfect Hollywood body mode. There were also different types and level of disability or handicap. Some could function like any others with difficulties, but could still live a full life. Some might need help, and some totally depend on others.
It is encouraging to see the way people change their view on disable individuals, and respect their right as human. I didn't ask to be different. It was handed to me and I embrace it as long as I can take. My body had a little dent, but my mind, my feeling, and everything else is still intact...
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