The Stares I Get

Living with CP has never been easy. Especially when you factor in the stares I get.
The stares at my hand,
The stares at my foot,
The stares while running,
The stares while doing stairs,
The stares while swimming,
The stares from my own family,
The stares from those I would later call friends,

The thing about staring is this. It solves nothing, and helps no one. If you want to know what's going on, just ask! It's not considered rude anymore! What is rude is to just stare at me and assume my intelligence has magically dropped, and start speaking slowly. Or what's worse is when someone assumes I'm faking CP, and that I can just start moving my hand and foot normally...NO! That's almost flattering you think I'm able-bodied, but, NO!

Or I like to think of it this way-at least I have something to stare at... It makes the stares hurt less...