The price I pay for getting out there as much as possible, is seeing the odds stacked against abnormality. To go from being admired perhaps to being shunned is ever so hard an adjustment to make.
The more you try, the more often the adversity you see. Disabled Hate Crime they call it now. It’s more a fear in people of something they don’t understand, and then their odd reaction to it – always an adverse reaction, or possibly a positive reaction borne from initial revulsion followed by overcompensation. … who knows? I’m now at the receiving end of it every day, every time I leave my flat. I try to ignore it, but it seeps into my skin.
And perhaps I just can’t take any more? Or can’t be arsed to take any more?
Thank you to the Good People though. There are a small percentage of humans who are, usually that way because they’ve been touched by tragedy themselves perhaps, through their relatives or friends’ misfortune.
I always used to like Christmas, but now I just don’t fancy this one much.