Zebras

Who told the story about zebras being the anomaly when you hear hoofbeats? We are the zebras. Yes, we are unexpected perhaps. But even the common is not always what you expect. 

I have been typing for years now and still I want to persistently be seen for who I really am. That seems to be impossible though. More and more nonspeakers walk into Mouth to Hand and learn to type. But we are still seen by everyone as kind of super cognitively impaired. It doesn’t matter what we accomplish. All of us step outside these doors, and we become horses: people expect us to be cognitively impaired, so that’s how they see us.

The problem with that old adage is that it doesn’t allow for the possibility of zebras. It never seems that people can see something new. They expect to see horses, so when a zebra strolls right by them they ignore the stripes staring them in the face, and call it a horse. 
We are a huge and growing herd of zebras. I hope that at some point the thunder of our hoofbeats allows us to be seen.