Just Nick

Sometimes being nonspeaking becomes unbearable. It always certainly sucks, but there are better and worse moments. And sometimes the bad are unbearable. Continual denial of typing’s legitimacy makes our worlds very small.  That means that if we are not at home or at Mouth to Hand, things stink. Being at other programs is actually very depressing. 

Happily my parents do listen to me, but not enough. I told them to just stop sending me to the other programs, but it hasn’t happened yet. 

We come here and no one cares if we are disabled: everyone is treated as equals. And that makes you forget, for a little while, that you are nonspeaking. But then you are reminded in the worst way when you go to other places. I remind myself when I am there that M2H is waiting for me. It helps me cope. 

I wish I could just come here and nowhere else. Then much of my life would be spent being not only disabled: I could just be Nick.