The In-depth Journey of Dreaming and Overcoming
In life, I am a dreamer. I dream of distant, unexplored worlds and of the extraordinary things I aim to create in this lifetime, things that will bring significant enhancements to all civilizations that exist. The stark reality we all must face is that we are the architects, the builders of our own existence. We are the crafters of events, we leave a lasting impact on those near us and those far away. Through our words, our dreams, our thoughts, and even our wild imaginings, we set in motion the gears of creation.
There have been instances, moments in time, when some of my imaginings, perhaps born out of psychological neglect, have been dismissed or overruled. This usually happens when my truth is known, comprehended and understood.
I often find myself speaking of missability and spiritual-wealth, or rather, the lack thereof. Both of these elements, whether present or absent, can lead to significant disturbances within one’s self, and they create ripples, resonating waves in society’s interactions with me.
In this world, it is imperative, crucial that people learn to develop a thick skin in the face of many trials and tribulations. We often lose much of our inhibition, sometimes this can be a positive thing, a catalyst for growth, but at other times, it can lead to undesirable, unfavorable outcomes.
The story of my life begins with a traumatic event, a moment in time after which not much was left in proper working order, be it physically or mentally. I underwent a rebirth, a resurrection of sorts through extensive rehabilitation. It stands as a testament to the sheer resilience of the human spirit that physical ailments, no matter how severe they may seem, can improve over time. Even now, 20 years later, I continue to evolve, to grow, both mentally and physically!
Most disabilities alter all social interaction, some more than others, and they change the dynamics of human interaction.
My Deep-Seated Stories and Experiences
My experience with disability has been a mixed bag, a variety of experiences. At times, children would stare, some would scare, some would laugh. Even well-intentioned gestures could feel insulting — like when someone would press the lights button for me or hold a door open when I was still 100 meters away. Scroungers would approach me in every town, sensing my vulnerability. This is why some people with disabilities may appear indifferent to others or may seem rude or out of character/order. Sometimes, we have to protect ourselves in ways that others might not understand.
I recall a particular instance of walking into a place where someone stood near the entrance. I approached the desk, nearly falling on the way. When I finally reached the secretary and asked my question, she swung around on her chair and shouted the answer to the person down the corridor. It was an unbelievable, astonishing experience!
Once, a kind-hearted woman stopped me on the street. She said: “Alright duck, nice day, do you come out often? Where’s your Mum? Who looks after you? Who does the housework and cooks?” It was a well-meaning conversation, but it left me feeling othered, different.
There have been instances when people I know have ignored me, while their mate talks over sympathetically with me. Disability changes most of social interaction, it alters the dynamics of human connection.
The subconscious, the real ruler of all, takes notes and influences conscious decisions. You will begin making choices or remarks you always denied, or even ones you found disagreeable, showing gratitude for tedious petty courtesy, just because you’re polite! Your mind, now in survival mode, takes the reins and controls everything.
There have been moments, instances when I couldn’t believe what I just did, said, or even thought. These moments ran counter to my belief system and left me feeling ashamed, embarrassed.
You may think you’re strong, but if you ever regret drink/drug-driving or speeding, survival mode will kick in and your mind will take the lead, deciding what is best.
Trust is a significant word. You don’t have to believe me, just trust in yourselves that life is good and is worth preserving. I would never advocate for drink/drug-driving, speeding, or reckless driving. Even if you think I’m not speaking the truth or exaggerating, life post-accident will leave you with no choice but to learn all this. I’ve been learning for over 20 years, and I’m still not fully accustomed.
Or perhaps you could die in the crash, causing unbearable heartache to your loved ones. They will be left wondering, “Why did they do that? Why didn’t they learn? We should have taught them better.”
