disability
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“Thank you for your kindness,” She said. A tear found it’s way from my eye to my cheek bone. My coworker is one magical piece of work who seems to see through my, what I thought was thick skin, until Gail came along with her nose held high, and her inflated ego, ready to condescend…
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Since My injury, I have been desperate to feel like I belong somewhere. Brain Injury is isolating. Disability in general is isolating. People don’t know how to act around you. Are they offending you? maybe Will they say the wrong thing? probably. Can you even have fun anymore? duh.Try me. Do they help? just ask. Are they supposed to…
The Life of Lew Who 