Sorry to disappoint you

Hello folks,
I think this apology has been long overdue. I'm sorry I couldn't be the ideal person with disability. I spoke fluently when I was expected to have difficulty speaking. I understood everything when I was expected to be disoriented and confused. I took up a job when I was expected to stay home and stare at the walls.
I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in disappointing people though. When the cab driver assumes that I have to go a hospital and I take him to one of the Big Fours, I can't help but smile at his lack of awareness. Realising that I'm not an object of his pity makes me super happy. But I am sorry for the driver who's left wondering about my condition, work, and my salary.
People often told me that I'll fail exams with or without scribes because of Cerebral Palsy. I disappointed them with a Gold Medal. Others told me that only freelancing jobs are suitable for me and I should stop looking for full-time roles but I let them down too. I did full time jobs and I did well.



I'm sorry I overcame all the obstacles and didn't give up like I was expected to. I pay my bills and take care of my parents needs too. I know it should have been the other way around. It was not easy, given the assumptions and biases, but thanks for the challenge. Someone said I won't get a Home Loan because of my disability - I will write to you from my house someday buddy.
I hope you will raise your expectations of me at least now. If not, I'll gladly continue to disappoint you.

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