Sometimes I feel like people try to erase my LD whether they mean too or not. Sometimes it’s little comments trying to explain away my Ld and sometimes it’s bigger like refusing to talk about or acknowledged it. Learning disabilities are real.
When we were doing our phlebotomy course (drawing blood) in my nursing program, about a year ago, we had to use these rather realistic rubber arms to draw blood from. Near the end of the course, one of them went missing and we never could find it.
Later that year, I went to the house of one of the girls I had befriended from that class. When we went into her room she told me she wanted to show me something. She proceeds to pull said arm out of her closet and put it on her bed. When I asked her why she just said, “Well, I don’t have a boyfriend……”
I’m so sorry I pushed you away. That’s what I do to everyone I care about- a self defense mechanism of sorts. But leaving you hurts a hundred times worse than the rest of them put together. And I don’t know if I can recover.