Disability in the Wild

When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I remember going to the library to look for books about neurology. I walked away with a dozen textbooks that I know were way beyond my comprehension. But I began to read through them undeterred, convinced I could find a solution that no doctor had been able to find. I so desperately wanted to rid my brother of his disabling conditions that I began reading about neurology so that I could find a cure. It sounds so ridiculous to me now that I can hardly believe it. In the 25 years that have passed the only thing that has been cured is my desire to cure him. My childhood desire to fix his disabling conditions was innocent enough, born out of a longing to help him become normal, which as I reflect on it now was something I inherited from my family and peers. Innocent or not, it is, as I type this now, something I deeply regret. I was wrong. I’m infinitely grateful that I never pursued a career as a scientist or doctor motivated by hubris and a desire to cure him and all others like him. <a href="https://thetaoist.online/disability-in-the-wild-8ba40ed04c8a">Click Here</a>