A few months ago, I wrote “What It Means to be Different“. I have been thanked multiple times for my honesty. If you haven’t read it and want the CliffNotes version – despite the fact that times are changing and people appear to be more accepting, that isn’t exactly the case when you are different.
Instead, you are faced with the negative stigma: fear. We need to change that. Calling any difference as something to fear by a typical person just sounds absurd. It really is because everyone knows someone – whether it’s autism, a learning disability, an individual in a wheelchair, or even that one time you had a sports injury.
I’m sad to say, since I wrote that piece, I had a few more experiences where I lost faith in people’s ability to change and be open minded. Let me tell a story about an experience I had just weeks after “What It Means to be Different”. I’m not much of a fighter with words. I try to keep peace, but sometimes my social filter doesn’t always work properly and I say something I maybe shouldn’t, or don’t notice is offensive. If I happen to catch it, I immediately feel embarrassed and apologize if it’s appropriate.
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