At first glance, strangers can’t tell that I’m disabled. My disability is not physical. Even after people know that I’m disabled, it is unfathomable how heartless & cruel they can be. “That’s not a disability!” or “You must have done something to deserve what happened!” I’ve heard just about everything you could imagine. I was diagnosed with Major Recurrant Depression and Borderline Personality Disorder. I was molested by a daycare provider for four years. I have been raped twice. Almost raped a third time, I was able to escape the last time. I was married to an alcoholic for fifteen years, he beat every chance he got. I hid what was happening to me, I was so ashamed. One day he put a gun to my head & said he was going to kill me… in front of our two boys… after he told me that he had been having an affair. I took my sons with only the clothes we were wearing & left. We never went back. Three years ago I had a break down after I was fired on Christmas day.

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