By Karen Pyros and Damon Szatkowski
I’m 17.
I never grow up.
My brain is broken.
My thoughts are sometimes stuck or sometimes pour out so quickly my mouth can’t keep up, and all the words don’t come out right or sound all jumbled as though I don’t have coherent thoughts. But I do. Please have patience.
My limbs aren’t all that limber; some don’t move at all. My brain is broken and affects all that.
But I’m not dumb. My mind is perfect. I can read, I can write, I am probably still smarter than many of you. I was classified as “gifted” once. But you wont see it if you don’t listen. If you don’t take the time to know me. If you think I’m disabled through and through. Continue Reading…