For some reason, I'm put in mind of Steve Martin's old stage routine, "The Non-Conformist's Oath":
Quote:
I promise to be different!
(AUDIENCE: I promise to be different!)
I promise to be unique!
(AUDIENCE: I promise to be unique!)
I promise not to repeat things other people say!
(AUDIENCE: collapses into confusion and laughter)
For myself, there's the promise I made myself before I had any clue what AS was, back when my first wife left. I'd tried to fit in, and all that had gotten me was a succession of crappy jobs and crappy places to live, and a woman who dumped me when she found a more reliable meal ticket.
The day I had my epiphany about it (when I realized that I and my sixty-something father were sweating in the hot San Diego sun, fixing
her car, while she was off playing house with Mr. Wonderful), I looked back on my life and decided it needed changed.
From that day forward, I am who I am. There's nothing I can do to hide it anyway; trying only causes me tsuris, so why bother? Yes, there will be some people who won't understand. There will be some who just plain won't like me because I'm not pretending to be one of them any more. So what?
So frakking what? Why should I let other people control my life, especially when they're people who (by definition) don't like me much anyway? Why should I give them power over my life??
Today I have a wonderful family, we're just about to move into our first we're-actually-buying-this-thing-hot-damn house, and I've averaged happier these past twelve years than any other time in my life - even the part of that twelve years that came before diagnosis!
While you sit there and think about it,
There's another unfolding their wings -
I could tell you what it's like,
But until you try,
You'll never see what I mean...
- Queensryche, "Some People Fly",
Hear In the Now Frontier (1997)
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