So many of those photos make me uncomfortable, but not in the usual way — and I suspect that might just be the point.
I was fully prepared to feel pity at Cheryl’s helplessness but instead sat amazed at her high level of conciousness. She fully acknowledges her addiction and makes no excuses. She knows how people see her, and doesn’t apologize for her disease.
It’s unsettling to suddenly understand that she is just as, if not more, aware than the rest of us. When we dehumanize these people, when we talk down on them, and silently judge them, they are not oblivious — they understand what’s going on, but simply make the choice to move on.
Thanks for sharing that story. Exposing the disturbing level of our ignorance of Cheryl’s humanity made me think twice about how much of a right I have to call myself human.