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I'm Not a Child

I use a powerchair to get around, and I love it. I can get from point A to point B all by myself. I go to class. I get groceries. I go see friends. So why do people constantly use a high-pitched voice when they talk to me? Why do people who don't know me call me sweetie? Why do people seem to look surprised when I tell them I'm in college? Using a wheelchair does not make me dumb, and it does not make me a sweet little angel. I like to drink, talk about sex, and be a person just like anyone else. I don't need sympathy. I don't need you to push your help on me, I'm a grown woman, and I can do whatever the fuck I want. It's gotten better over the years, but I still deal with something daily. We talk about lots in the world these days: Gender, sexuality, race, religion...and that's seriously lovely. But how come I'm the biggest minority, yet the most ignored?


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