12:50pm August 1, 2013

Really uncomfortable feeling.

Being with the mother of a girl with a similar disability mine.

The mother saw that my hair grows pretty low in the back.

Without asking permission or saying a word, she grabs her daughter’s head.  Pushes it forward.  Pulls down the back of her shirt.  And shows me the hair growing low on her neck.

And all I could think of was being examined by doctors who pulled my pants down and looked underneath them.  Or moved my body around.  Without asking permission.  And with the same kind of detached coldness. And the same sense that they felt it was their right to do this to me.

And, like me in similar situations, her daughter didn’t flinch or outwardly make the slightest sign of resistance. She just went limp and let it happen.

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