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My main identifiable disability, in my mind, is my awkwardness of speech.  I don't stutter.  It's not that.  And i can give directions and customer support and be professional on the phone or in person all day long.  It's just that when i have something to say.  Something that means something to me.  Something that i really want to communicate, i cry. And i don't cry pretty.  And i don't say anything intelligible while crying either.  It's awful. One remedy to this disability, i have found, is to turn my emotions in another direction, and get mad.  At least if i'm mad and yelling, you can understand what i'm saying.  But it only works for things i'm upset about.  Not things that i'm happy about.  And sometimes the yelling turns to crying when i come to the end.  And that's never a good way to strike home a good telling off. Never. I have broken down crying, on more than one occasion, while telling my boss that i'm ...

I read a friend's post today, and i read some really beautiful words that articulated things in my heart that i've never had the right words for.  And it blessed my socks off.  (so to speak.) The post i'm about to quote is found HERE .  And you should definitely read it because her point was very different from what i think my point is going to be.  And it will bless your socks off too.  Pretty much guaranteed. But here's the part i like the most: From him I learned that being called "weird" was just a person's way of trying to fence in what they couldn't understand. "You don't have to be like them," my parents would tell me, when I came home from school in tears because I was so weird. So I learned how to be an alien in this world, how to accept people and their limitations and how to not take myself too seriously. Being weird taught me how everyone is weird, really. There is no normal, because you can't average humanity. ...