My life has been one struggle after another and recently I have made some great strides but my new found optimism has given way to despair after a recent doctor's visit. I thought being sexually abused in school and raped as an adult was as low as I would ever feel. But no, the social security administration has fucked me up once again.
I ask myself, is it worth it to be prostituted for my disability? Is the money worth the shame and humiliation they impose upon you? I don't have a common disability with institutions devoted to advocacy and fundraising. I don't have a community with my disability. My activism is fueled by a desire to unite all disabled people by a desire for equal rights not segmentation by condition.
When I read the book I envied the deaf community for their common culture. I wish I had that. I have a support group for general disabilities, but altogether it is a very lonely life. This has compelled me to look for companionship in some dangerous places, leading to my rape.
I loved your book.
Hopefully the next one will be about people like me.
I want to read a book about smart, accomplished, disabled people who don't fit into a easy community.
I'm sure there are many of us.
But I haven't found any.