Hope

The thing I hope for most is that people see the real me. I cannot express how tired I am of not being seen or understood. Totally tired of it. I hate Septembers:  going back to school is the worst. My teachers don’t have a clue who I am. They treat me like I am stupid. We students suffer:  we suffer not only the trauma of bodies that don’t listen to our brains, but also the trauma of the world not understanding the nature of our real disability.

I believe one day this will change. I will live in hope that it will.