By Sean J Mahoney
When DJT was crippled he spent many mornings
and afternoons alone at school and not of choice.
DJT needed familiarity and friendship and functionality.
He had none of these things. He had himself and his
impairment. When DJT was crippled he talked often
to himself. He successfully convinced himself that
reinvention was the better half of valor so as to avoid
the slick trappings of inspiration. However, the real
world, much of the frightened shells and self-abdicating
segments anyway, failed to understand this message.
He was ridiculed and patronized and spit upon and given
ultimatums; his crucifixion, though metaphorical, left scars.
Since DJT was crippled in the 21st century his parents
Convinced him that there was hope since the ADA had
Passed into law just around the previous corner. But DJT
had trouble feeling it most times. He saw people like him
mocked in halls and cafeterias and on TV. And yes times
were changing and yes the world improved its overall
accessibility to both cloak and dagger but DJT drew ire
when confronting those who had parked wrongly in clearly
marked disabled spots. Violent, dark ire. This was the time
and place DJT found himself in because nobody, not anybody
ever anywhere, wants to be called out on their shittiness.
DJT knew doctors that, though they tried to make his trials
easier to cope with, had problems acknowledging gifts
such as subsidies and donated body parts; knew doctors
and physical therapists with no more interest beyond
turning, feeling up, and burning the patient clientele. DJT
had many mornings where his body hurt and his cloudy head
drifted and knowing that this thread would stitch both his past
and future together made absolutely no difference day to day.
This was one life. DJT knew better than to suffer elementa…l,m,n…hope.
Sean J Mahoney lives with his wife, her mother, two Uglydolls, and three dogs in Santa Ana, California. Out-boozed by Franciscan monks in Ireland. Swam with Whale Sharks in Mexico. Believes that punk rock miraculously survives. Sean helped create to the Disability Literature Consortium (www.dislitconsortium.wordpress.com). These particular pieces, misfits all, are seeking a suitable home. Central air, 2 bathrooms, spacious kitchen, yard space, and connectivity.