I wish I was normal. I wish people knew that I was more than who they perceived me to be. I wish I didn’t wake up every day, dreading what was to come. I wish I was more than something to be laughed at. I wish I could be a friend, a teammate, a person. I wish I could cartwheel like my sister and converse like my parents. But every day, I am still the boy with flailing arms and rigid legs: the boy in the chair.
My mother strolls into my room, jolting me out of my dreams. She smooches me on the forehead, picks me up, and positions me into my chair. I sigh and give her a feeble smile. Although my mother showers me with so much love, I know deep down that she wishes I was normal too. She wheels me in front of the TV, where the weather channel is playing, and seeps mushed food into a pipe connected to my stomach. My little sister Anna …show more content…
I go to my usual spot, alone and isolated from everyone else. People filter in, talking and laughing. A group of boys sit down at my table, smirks on their faces. “Sup, Mikey. What’s hanging? Besides that saliva from your mouth”, one of them says. The rest of them stifle their chuckles. They begin to imitate my hand motions, their eyes rolling back and their mouths shrieking. I feel tears well up in my eyes.
“Hey, weirdo. Don’t cry, we’re just having fun!” another says. They all snicker. One of them stands up and starts moving my chair around. I make noises to show my disapproval, but either everyone thought what I was doing was normal or they didn’t care. They start to push me in between each other. “Let’s play retard in the middle” one of them exclaims. They position in me in between two boys, pick up the gadget on my chair, and toss it above me. I flail my arms and they all laugh, continuing to chant profuse words and phrases. A girl walks over and lifts a middle finger up to them. “Leave Mikey alone.” she says.
“C’mon Cara, we’re just playing around with our BEST friend”, one of them says
My mother strolls into my room, jolting me out of my dreams. She smooches me on the forehead, picks me up, and positions me into my chair. I sigh and give her a feeble smile. Although my mother showers me with so much love, I know deep down that she wishes I was normal too. She wheels me in front of the TV, where the weather channel is playing, and seeps mushed food into a pipe connected to my stomach. My little sister Anna …show more content…
I go to my usual spot, alone and isolated from everyone else. People filter in, talking and laughing. A group of boys sit down at my table, smirks on their faces. “Sup, Mikey. What’s hanging? Besides that saliva from your mouth”, one of them says. The rest of them stifle their chuckles. They begin to imitate my hand motions, their eyes rolling back and their mouths shrieking. I feel tears well up in my eyes.
“Hey, weirdo. Don’t cry, we’re just having fun!” another says. They all snicker. One of them stands up and starts moving my chair around. I make noises to show my disapproval, but either everyone thought what I was doing was normal or they didn’t care. They start to push me in between each other. “Let’s play retard in the middle” one of them exclaims. They position in me in between two boys, pick up the gadget on my chair, and toss it above me. I flail my arms and they all laugh, continuing to chant profuse words and phrases. A girl walks over and lifts a middle finger up to them. “Leave Mikey alone.” she says.
“C’mon Cara, we’re just playing around with our BEST friend”, one of them says