An Open Letter to the One with the Disability
You are not alone. Together, we make up part of the population of America; yet, there is rarely ever a reason as to why we have this thing called a "disability." I've walked the halls, most of the time with my head hanging below my shoulders, avoiding eye contact. To some, this meant I was shy; to others, I was possibly walking into school high as a kite. That wasn't the case, neither one was. Even those who thought they did not have a disability like me have bullied me.
It was a scary life, but eventually I received the help I desperately wanted just to be considered normal. Normalcy is what I wanted to achieve, but a reality check got me good as I realized I was normal. I was what most deemed as needing more help, but I was normal. Placing trust into teachers, despite my past attempts of requesting help from others, was hard. There was no way I could put trust into someone I barely knew, but then again, who would?
My thoughts focused on this topic, I realized what was happening. I was receiving help, even when I was oblivious. Teachers in the past used to ridicule, taunt and lower my standards for a proper education, even if it meant extra time on assignments, projects and tests. To place this into words others would understand: Teachers and others would look at me and turn the other cheek. They would look at me as if I were foreign. Were they not aware of what I had? Of course, not all 1-2 or 14-year-olds can grasp what a disability truly is unless they have experienced it firsthand.
My ideal place of comfort - we all have one - is a book and a journal I jot my thoughts into. Sure, that was a weird thing at the time, but I bonded with others who chose to accept me, even if I was different. In high school, I actually began to have friends, because a lot of them matured and saw past the biggest difference of all: my learning disability. To those who are reading, why am I writing this? You are thinking that question.
I have a learning disability, and those with one will sometimes go unnoticed. Perhaps we, the ones with learning disabilities, are part of the population that don't get noticed all that often, we are swept under the rug like the art and science programs that deserve to be funded. There are many reasons as to why I have written this letter. To the one reading to this point, look at those, whether friend or family or a stranger on the street, don't point and stare, but ask who they are and what their hobbies are. There is much more behind the face of a person who has a disability.
A person with a disability