Identity

My disability is not me but it is such a big part of my identity. People have always used my disability to tell my sister and I apart. IT bugs me a little but I try not to let it. People automatically think I’m unfriendly and feel the need to call the elevator and walk away leaving just me at the elevator doors. These are little things and I get over them. Today was a good day. The weather is perfected and I’m finally getting used to university services for people with disabilities. It has take me a good year to understand and use all the things available for people with physical disabilities. If you have a physical disability and are going to collage look for the school with the best services.