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Gordon's D-Zone Arcive (2006-2014)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


This year I've got a special reason to celebrate Christmas. Well, after two years of working on my Masters degree, I can finallly say that the waiting is almost over... as I receive preliminary feedback on these years of work. However, I am well aware that now that these two years of my life are coming to their natural end, I have to think about the career I'll be pursuing. I've already started the process, mind you, but now it's definite. I've got a future to forge ahead.

As I contemplated my 'final days' awaiting my (provisional) results, I have been struggling to discover what I want to do next. Surely, I need a more secure source of income but, apart from that, I want more. Indeed, as the holiday season approaches, I know that what I want cannot be realised in a day, a month or a year. It's a metter of years, or even decades.

Just yesterday, for instance, a well-meaning health care professional commented that she always saw me with a smile on my face. Such a comment could be interpreted as a compliment, and indeed it was meant that way... but I fear that such absolute statements such as 'always' or, on the other extreme 'never', seem to condemn me to a particular character. As if I'm always happy... or smiling for that matter!

And if I'm totally honest about it, it's this naive judgements about who I am because I appear different that make me angry. And I know that I'll be exposed to many images that talk about people with different impairments in the coming days. For charity fund raisers, most probably, we'll be served the image of the 'less fortunate', the 'poor thing' or brave people 'fighting adversity'.

What do I want then? I just want to be whatever I can be, not socially bound by prejudice and assumptions. Not excluded from my society just because I'm forgotten. I don't want money if I can earn it, pity if I can have respect, or concessions if I can have rights. Finally, I don't expect others to tolerate or accept my body for what it is. But please, do not impose your own preconceived notions of disability on me. Ever! And that's not just for the Christmas season ...