I’ve seen some people post in this tag before, so here’s my piece. Can we make this a more popular tag?
Growing up disabled is arguments at my IEP meetings because apparently I am “too smart” to have a disability
Growing up disabled is teachers refusing to comply with my IEP because they don’t believe in “giving any student special treatment”
Growing up disabled is having people shout or whisper “can you hear me now?” at me to see how deaf I am
Growing up disabled is being pulled out of class for services and having other students stare at me as I left
Growing up disabled is watching other kids start to wear makeup, but not participating because it’s too overwhelming for my sensory issues. I couldn’t even walk into Sephora because the smell was too strong
Growing up disabled is going to years of speech therapy so I could talk like a hearing person
Growing up disabled is not knowing how or why other kids use most forms of social media such as Instagram or Snapchat
Growing up disabled is not going to parties because I never know where and when they are, and I don’t think I would like them anyway.
Growing up disabled is people telling me I’m lucky that I’m disabled because that allows me to get extra time on tests
Growing up disabled is having my favorite teacher tell me that accommodations don’t make sense to him. He said that if I get extra time, he should get extra grading time
Growing up disabled is quitting the chorus I was in, in part because I didn’t have any friends apart from the girl I knew from school. I didn’t know how to make any new friends
Growing up disabled is learning I’m different and learning that society views that as a negative thing
Here’s some assorted daily draws from the past few weeks. Sorry for the silence. There’s some other stuff, but I’m not ready to share any of it yet. I’ve successfully draw at least one thing, sometimes more, everyday for over a month and some change now. Who knows if it’s helping.
I’ll work on posting art daily or at least when I’m able because again, some of it I’m not ready to share and some is conceptual stuff that may or may not contain spoilers (jazz hands).
And thank you to those who sent me nice messages a few weeks ago when I was really down. I was really down again tonight so I read them again and it brought me back up a little. <3
Some blushy Pittoos for you fantastic followers (I’m not too sure how many of you also like Pit) just to say thanks for sticking with me till now! I’ve gotten some new followers too, and I really appreciate those who go through my entire blog to give a like to everything… it.. it really means a lot that you like my stuff!