I couldn’t go to this school, I couldn’t go to that school. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t walk up the stairs, I couldn’t open doors, I couldn’t even cross the street. I was different. But I’d always known that. It wasn’t that. It was the world and how it saw me. The world thought I was sick. Sick people stayed home in bed. They didn’t go out to play, or go to school. They weren’t expected to go outside, to be a part of things, to be a part of the world. I wasn’t expected to be a part of the world.
