How teaching me “ Verbal Come Backs “ was The Best Thing My Mother taught me as a child with a disability.
The world isn’t made for little girls who have broken bodies. My illness has always been invisible. But I have always been in constant pain, extremely uncoordinated, and unable physically do what my peers can do. And even in elementary school. Kids can smell differences like that Like a Shark to blood. In 1st grade when recess was EVERYTHING, and all of my friends began to want to play sports. (Something I have never been gifted at, or honestly physically capable of doing. ) I thought I was doomed to be an utter social outcast! Like for example when my friends would all want to play kick ball. I would HIDE behind the tree, Cringe when people made me take my turn. And try not to cry when people openly commented about how awful I was. ( Because they didn’t know how truly hard I was trying!) ( this was the story when I tried ANY SPORT , or anything that required an ounce of athletic ability) But my dear mother realized something, that I didn’t really qui