I am middle class with disabilities working in a restaurant. Some coworkers are mystified that I, an epileptic, would work with well-off parents. I want to go into computers and make my own name. I've been in my father's shadow all of my life.
Despite my class, I have never used my disability to exempt me from work. I go back to work the day of seizures and put in my share of the work and then some. I am more reliable than a lot of the disability-free/poorer ones.
Some act as if it's unfair for me to be richer than they, yet it's all righ for them to have the disability-free life I've never known and half-step.
I think that one thing they hate is that by being so laborious I remind them that they're not using their full potential. Whenever in need of an academic or media question, people come to me. I take books and magazines for free time and give the magazines to coworkers when I'm finished. There is no sense in throwing them away.
2007-05-09
15:39:23
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