People don't appreciate their luckiness.
The fact they don't have things like autism or epilepsy, or even ADD or ADHD.
And they don't feel respect for those who suffer it.
They joke about autism.
They joke about seizures.
They joke about probably everything.
Yet they have never walked in our shoes.
I am not angry, but I do feel protective of those who have suffered the same way I am. Who are not considered "normal" by certain people, by people who are ungrateful.
I would never wish these things upon someone, don't take it that way.
But remember that girl, who said "I wish you'd have a seizure and die"?
I only forgave her, and didn't feel anything, because she didn't know.
Because she doesn't know the challenges and horror of having your entire world being flipped and having to try medicine after medicine.
Sadly, I believe that I am lucky. Perhaps not the luckiest, but I have matured enough to not lash out at these things.
I don't feel hate.
I don't feel pain (aside from physical pain of course).
I don't feel self-pity.
I'm okay. I'm normal by my own standards, and I don't have to follow anyone else's.
I want other people to see that.
