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Mean

This week has been one of highs and lows.

 

Today I write to you from the bathroom at work, as I cry, wondering how the people here can be so mean.

And yes I am aware that calling people “mean” makes me sound like a five-year-old however this is the only suitable adjective to describe people who can make you feel so low about yourself, that you feel sick.

Having a weakness makes you weak and people will treat you however they want to.

If you let them.

Lately I’ve been wanting to quit my job because I was tired of being the renegade and the voice of the minority. But I always forget myself in this.

What about me?

Shouldn’t I stand up for myself?

Don’t I deserve a hero?

Don’t I deserve to finally have somebody speak up for me?

Aren’t I tired of waiting around for people to do it for me? Of course I am.

Unfortunately as an invisible disability, it is extremely difficult to prove discrimination against a person like me.