leah wrote a thing again, object personification in autism, “you”, disability, mobility aids
You’re the bane of my existence, you know.The falls on floors all over the continent have scraped you up by now. You get in people’s way.
Every click and clatter is a sign of my pain.
On some days, all I wish is to be rid of you. Hell, if life was fair, I wouldn’t have to rely on you at all. Not already, anyway.
I wish your wrist strap was actually helpful. I wish you didn’t bend a little bit too much. I wish you didn’t snap as loudly as you do, when you get pulled apart after landing under some strangers’ foot. I wish you were actually the right height for my left arm.
Every time I lean on you for support, I feel guilty for being complicated. Every time you help me get up, it makes me feel like I’ve failed. You’re the ultimate physical sign of my fragility.
One day, you’re going to stay in the closet again. I’ll try to be normal a bit too much or maybe it’ll actually get better. And my wrist will hurt a little less after a late walk.
Until I can run free again: I love you, cane. Thanks for enabling me to walk, to explore, so maybe I can to find a future with less pain.
