The Voiceless Minority

CONTENT WARNING! READER DISCRETION STRONGLY ADVISED. So something is bugging me. I’ve been watching a lot of political television lately, and a lot of the conversation has been about how my generation does not know how to communicate because of their reliance on technology. This is an interesting topic, but it also got me thinking about other issues and the way my generation views them. As someone in his late twenties, I find myself every once in awhile craving stability and a family. I feel this is a natural thought process for anybody who is on the other side of 25. The only difference with me is that I am disabled. Disability and intimacy don’t usually go together. Perhaps that is why I feel the need to write this blog. I’ve written a lot about funny stuff, serious stuff, but never an issue that affects me so deeply. What I am about to say may come off as controversial or different, so if you choose not to read further I understand. Understand however that i...

It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve been busy and am currently entered in the Screenwriting Challenge 2013 presented by NYC Midnight. So I’ve been bouncing around ideas for that. However, I watched a music video today that got me thinking about an old friend. In turn, that got me thinking about the idea of disability and relationships. For this blog, relationships are not talking about friendships but relationships on a romantic level.        I ended up watching Rascal Flatts “What Hurts the Most,” which is a good video, and it got me thinking about someone I used to be close to. In this blog, I will refer to her merely as KB. Those who know me will know the initials, but since this is being read about the world, I want to protect her anonymity a little bit. Anyway, what hurts the most got me thinking about all that was left unsaid between me and this individual and the personal walls and hells I’ve put myself through. Once I was done having ...