The impossible

I came to believe there's no such a thing as impossible. But definitely not in the inspirational porn way people use to portrait disabled folks. Rather than that, I just draw on the fact at least as long as we live, there's always another day, whether you claim you can't stand it or not.

But there're certain mechanisms in living creatures that seem to act as a circuit breaker. If you like the idea of God, maybe you'd like to blame this on her/him. These switches seem to do nothing but to abbreviate terrible suffering with death. And they can be activated in animals, usually by inducing life threats the subject can't either escape or successfully beat.

Issue is, for some reasons probably related to human distancing from a standard animal model, these mechanisms often become the problem itself, turning into an acute or chronic mental illness. Under this light, disability has huge potential to produce that as a byproduct. Because analogous to survival in lower animals, development stage of someone in a given chronological time in life is very much correlated to this person'a ability to integrate socially, and support himself and possibly a family by doing so.

But for some reason, when partial integration is achieved, people around don't seem to get the weight of this deficit. Maybe it's just a matter of reference. Since these people don't identify completely with a disabled person, they can't see her as just another human being. Partial integration itself motivate able bodied people to expect less from the disabled, and therefore not get the gap dimension between the two body conditions.

On the contrary, able bodied folks seem to consider minor accomplishments as something disabled ones should nurture their souls with. This is probably the reason why it's so difficult to make things better, closer and more fair.