sometimes i really really hate being disabled

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who else up late at night grieving - between being physically disabled & emotionally abused - their whole ass childhood/teenhood and also present and future, and thinking about what life could have been if only your teacher hadn't abused you to the point of needing a wheelchair and your parents hadn't been so awful but even if those two stayed abusive in this other world you would've actually been able to sneak out the window n shit and you would've been a real punk at an earlier age and you would've been cool and even more importantly you would've been physically able to process your rage instead of it just stewing pathetically inside you for years and years as you dissociate and feel less like a person and less actually grateful to be alive every day that passes