When someone with no legs is attacked, no one would dare ask them why they didn't run away. It's obvious.
Can someone be emotionally disabled in a similar way to someone who is physically disabled? If so, it's not so obvious.
When I was little, I recall waking up from a terrifying nightmare in the middle of the night, my heart racing - my knees up to my chest, blanket over my head. I wanted to scream out for my mother and have her tell me everything was okay, but nothing happened. There was just silence in the room. I tried to will myself to call for her, but it was like my throat wasn't receiving the signals from my brain. I cried myself back to sleep not understanding my own inability to cry for help.
Have you ever been on the receiving end of poor treatment from a coworker, boss, friend, or family member? What was your response? I have always marveled at those who could interrupt a verbal attack with a stern "whoa, whoa, whoa!" or dismiss an assault of words with the flick of their hand and a scoff.
I feel emotionally disabled. Like the part of my brain that is supposed to send the messages to my feet to "run!" when someone is chasing me is missing or damaged. Or maybe I'm severely allergic to emotional pain - and instead of my throat closing up and preventing me from breathing, it prevents me from screaming.
I remember phone calls to my mother, grandmother, brother.... "Yes, everything is fine." - my skin prickling at the distrust in their voice. And my mind beckoning them not to believe me - "Help me! Please don't let me stay here!"
At times I have felt like my life's poor choices were a giant boulder creeping over me, crushing me so slowly that it is going unnoticed. Not strong enough to stop it myself...not feeling that I deserved anyone's help in trying.
Are their crutches for someone who is emotionally disabled...an epi-pen for those with an allergy to abuse? If so, will treatment be covered under ObamaCare?