You know, I really used to be in the neutral-to-blessing camp.
I still look in the mirror or drive down the road and think, "I like me. I love me. Just the way I am."
I have to fight really, really hard to suppress that kind of thinking.
Because it's not the condition that makes the condition a curse. The condition just is, like xerogenesis pigmentosa or astigmatism or Reynaud's phenomenon. Well, more like astigmatism or Reynaud's than XP.
It's social attitudes that make the curse.
Social attitudes aren't changing any time soon. Maybe someday. Given human nature, I really doubt it-- but maybe someday. Someday when there are a lot less people, life is a lot harder, and we can't afford to throw anyone with anything to contribute away.
Maybe someday. But not anytime soon.
It's not you, guys. It's them.
That still doesn't change the facts. I wish I had been aborted. I wish I had known I was going to see it this way fifteen years ago, instead of bringing a bunch of BAP kids into the world because I was full of idealistic positive-attitude BS. I love them. They are my light and my joy. Wonderful people with lots to contribute.
That doesn't change the fact that, given current societal attitudes, they are born to struggle more than average. Or the fact that, if they are not very very careful in mate selection (or heed Mommy's advice to be celibate or sterilized), they could all very realistically have kids that are born to struggle, suffer, and fail.
Attitudes are what need to change. I have no power to alter what others think; for one such as me, the attempt to change those attitudes through self-advocacy is going to be dismissed as selfish and rude, simply a condition of my disease.
Therefore I am left to accept the facts. I have struggled against this for years; finally, I gave up. It is sad, but true.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"