Someone made an offhand comment the other night while my husband was throwing my wheelchair into the back of an uber at three am that sparked a little emotion in me. He said something like, “I love how Mook just man handles that thing.” It made me smile 😊
Why? Mainly because it’s one of the things I love most about him. It’s actually one of the things I love most about “my people”. They never treat me like I am broken.
So many people - people who don’t really know me, treat me as if I’m fragile. Obviously they’ve never had the pleasure of hearing me open my big mouth.
They jump up to get something when I drop it. They give me puppy eyes when they talk to me. They make a sad face when they ask what happened to me. I appreciate that- I really do. I get it. They don’t know me. They think I am broken. They feel like any little thing might set me off into a depression. Looking from the outside and not knowing any better, they could be right. Some people ARE like that.
I am not. It’s kind of like the chicken and the egg theory- which came first? Did I act strong and tough so people treated me as such? Or did they treat me that way and that’s how I became that person? Maybe it’s just a big circle, but either way it works for me.
Full disclosure: I like it rough. I’ve never been attracted to anyone who is gentle and soft. I mean that romantically and platonically. I’m just not that kind of girl. 🤷🏻♀️
I’d love to be all soft and delicate but I’m like a bull in a china shop, as they say. If you know me, you know I don’t sugarcoat anything and Im not a gentle soul. I don’t want to be treated like I’m made of glass on the outside OR the inside. Not in a bad way, it’s just my nature - or maybe it’s from years of being treated like I could self destruct at any moment.
It’s nice to have a circle that is filled with honesty and truth. It’s nice to have a man that doesn’t think twice about literally throwing you into a pool (like it or not) or down onto a bed for fear that he might hurt you.
Just because my body might be slightly defective, doesn’t mean I’m a delicate fucking flower. I’m still a whole person who takes no shit. I tell it like it is and I expect the same back in return. I can be an asshole and just because I’m in a wheelchair doesn’t mean you can’t call me out. My man can toss me around all he wants because he knows I can take it - and I know he would never do that to my heart. None of my people would.
*PS* Know your audience. Some people really are physically broken. Don’t take this post to go for all disabled people everywhere. You might hurt a motherfucker 😜
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