It's Funny When People Don't Care

It's funny when people don't care to keep listening, to keep reading, to keep asking. At work today, I realized that after telling a co-worker I had a bionic arm (that no, I cannot karate chop people with), his lack of questioning me and my scar was hilarious.

I normally wear sleeves to cover up my scar. Mostly from UV rays, but also because people used to stare. Rudely I might add. My husband's former soldiers in the military would just sit there and stare, and then he'd say something like "You looking at my wife's arm? Yeah, she committed suicide." They would become incredibly embarrassed by this. This last year, I haven't worn a sleeve to cover up my scar. Mostly because the nature of my work doesn't afford the opportunity of gawking.

So today, when he questioned nothing about me, my life, or my disease, I found it hilarious. Why do we place so much value on what people are hindered by? We shouldn't. People can't help a lot of things. In fact, there's very little that people can control. You were born into a family, a country, a culture, a religion and environment that you had no say over. It's ironic that we think these things matter so much when in fact, they matter not because the luck of the draw could have been ANYONE.

To him, it didn't matter that I have a bone disease. I wish I could be more like this and not care, but when it affects everything you do in your physical interactions on a daily basis, it's hard not to consider it something to care about. True, if he had asked questions I would have acquiesced and answered him. I'm not a person to shy away from questions no matter how difficult they may be unless I feel lines are crossed.

It really is funny that there are those rare people in the world that don't care where you've been or what you've done - because I have only ever met one honest-to-goodness person like this. It's funny that they are so hard to find. I'd love to find more of them. Judgement reserved, accepting people. I need real humanity, friendship and acceptance. I need people to stop rushing how long it takes me to do things, to stop commenting on the shortcuts I take, to let me have my chance to do it myself, and so on.

I might own my disease. But I don't want to be judged or labeled by it.