Defected

Growing up with a unique physical appearance, I was immediately placed into the category of defected and disabled, although as a youth I erred at the idea of being indisposed. The older I grew, the more I became prone to this label, allowing it to take a toll on my physical and mental health, which over the years drove me to become a desolate adolescent. The words birth defect and disability started to have it’s wits with me, trying to escape it, those words would find me hidden in the fog. Why am I here? I would often ask myself, in the mist of debate, I would look at myself in the mirror, and my answer became apparent, I am defected, therefore I have no purpose. This was a terrible revelation I had to live with days and days, those words in my deteriorating mind. These words plagued my psyche and I found myself doing and saying things that I had no control over. Being labeled defected cripples you more then an actual neurosis. If you had never experienced having any form of neurosis, then you do not know what real suffering is, and I don’t think you should have the right to tell me what I am, what we are. To group us in the category of defected casualties, bewilders our minds into a dark oblivion, until we become useless, and omitted from society. This world made us a rebus image of an abase catatonic figure, dangling for dear life at the bottom of liberty. I believe all human life, no matter how different deserves veneration and appraisal for their individuality. I aim to commute these individuals, because there are only a hand full who will. If this doesn’t make me a disabled liberal, then I rather the label of a tailored nihilist. We haven’t had the chance to incur our own idea of self, before society brands us all, and throws us into a pile of mischief. I don’t see these youths achieving full felicity until something is done about the depraving status quo. I believe there’s multiple measures we have to take to restore the spirit of a desolate child, and end the past status quo for the future youth. I’m here to tell you that words can have a great effect on one’s mind, and to label someone defected or disabled is ominous in any circumstance, locking that individual in a box in which there is no escape. Being called defected automatically makes an individual think less of themselves and places restraints on their abilities. This is in fact a silent psyche genocide, amongst a particular demographic, in the world of the survival of the fittest. This society places anyone with a rather unique appearance, in a lost and found box, of purposeless casualties, who are ready to be thrown out as soon as possible. I’m living proof of the damaged perception, cost by a word, a more positive entity on a spectrum which included hell for the youth who has to suffer this fate. It’s very detrimental to one’s being, to know that your peers view you to be broken, or half dead, that’s when the love for yourself diminishes into a pile of perceptual ash.