I hope you guys are enjoying this story! I know it’s not my usual stuff but this is important to me. I really love this story so I hope you guys do too. Part One here.
My fingers wrap around the iron of the gate again. I am the only one that close. The others are behind making bets and laughing, bragging despite their fear to even come as close as me.
“I’ll go in first.” One says.
“You’ll chicken out as soon as we open the gates!” Another laughs.
“Fianna, you get off of there.” Craig barks at me.
I turn from the gate, one hand still attached. “Let me go in!” I call to the boys.
“No way.” Finn snaps. “This is as far as you go, young lady.”
maybe i’m wrong but??? disabled people sometimes need help??? and everyone should be okay with that???
for example: i am disabled. have two abled siblings. we are all adults; they’re a lot older than me. my siblings both have children. i get a lot of assistance from our parents. right now, i can’t work. right now i can’t go out into public spaces comfortably on my own (i can, but it’s hard and i prefer to have someone with me). that means i can’t shop for groceries alone; i can’t go out on necessary outings alone.
it looks a lot like i’m “coddled” and babied by my parents because of this, and my siblings are both so angry over it. they get so angry that i receive assistance. they talk about how they never do (which is extremely untrue). they talk about how unfair it is; about how i’m taking the easy way out. but they are abled. they have children and jobs. they take care of themselves extremely well–especially compared to me.
i get it. really i do. but look:
nobody who receives special assistance enjoys it. nobody likes being stared at while they get help. we all want to be able to say yes, i have a job; yes, i can take care of myself; yes, i am abled. but not all of us can.
i am an adult who is often seen as a child because of the assistance i receive and the life i lead. of course i don’t like it. nobody would like it. i hate “taking the easy way out” as my siblings and so many people refer to it. i want to be an independent human being. i want a career and a life. but right now i can’t; some people never can.
tl;dr some disabled people need help, and that should be respected. we aren’t taking anything away from abled people. we are getting the help we need to survive.
absolutely okay for abled people to reblog
I’m ambivalent about receiving help from mom in public, but I can see where the OP is coming from especially the whole “seen like a child” and “people think I take the easy way out” part, soooo… *Mashes reblog button!*
This is a very special story to me I wanted to share with all of you. I’ve been working on it for a long time and I’ve been too nervous to share it. I think now is the right time.
Once upon a time, my Granny told me my fate rested in the forest. It was where I would find an evil meant for me. Now, every family had a different story they told their wee ones on why they should never ever go into the forest. Unlike those tales though, my Granny’s story turned out to be true. My Granny, you see, was an oracle. She could see into the future. She could see the things that other people couldn’t.
She told me, many a time, that I should never ever go into the woods, that was until I turned seventeen. She would tell me, “then, and only then will you be ready for what the forest holds. Because it is there, my precious child, that your destiny lies.” She smiled comfortingly, her gold tooth glinting in the light of the fire.
ImmortalWave 