06/10/2025
Before I could type I had to listen to people make me out to be some kind of subhuman; uninterested in others, in a different world, void of deep emotions and complex thoughts. I was a charity case or a burden. Never thought to be an equal and my perspective never considered.
While I sometimes become sad about not being able to talk and live more independently, what makes life so painful and tragic is actually the way people dehumanize, mistreat, and demean people like me.
If we could listen to nonspeakers and denounce hate speech against them, and allow them to lead the conversation about their own lives, the future for everyone will be much, much brighter. I love all of me, despite the many people who can't see me and make it so hard to live my best life.
[Image: Brown, curly faux-hawk Bri with headphones, sitting on interior steps, in a black tee with white writing and various chewable necklaces. Wearing gray pants and blue and orange sneakers, and blue, black, and clear spiral cord bracelets.]