TrackersPampersJourey said:
I've had mine for a very long time, so to speak, you can actually say I grew up with them. Started growing around when I was 4 or 5 years old. From the 3rd grade kiddie school it seemed to me that it was starting to seem strange whether it was normal for me to grow "boobas" and all the other boys have nothing. Since the children's doctor was at a loss, he sent me to specialists in the kiddo hospital and after many, many appointments and all sorts of examinations, they finally had the diagnosis "Klinefelter syndrome" with one male chromosome string and two female strings from genetic malformation.
Now it's OK for me, they feel nice, but a little smaller would be perfect. It took me a long time to accept that it's OK. My child and teen time were very bad times with bullying, exclusion and rejection... Thanks Gott this time are over
When I was in elementary and high school, I was aware of only 4 “abnormal“ people -- a black man with brain damage whose main activity was carrying a stack of old books around the campus of our small college, wearing a dirty, old sport coat and wrinkled tie, telling us kids that he had to hurry to get to class on time; a teenage boy with such terrible spinal problems that he had to walk, always with his father, with his upper body bent over at a 90 degree angle; a boy in my class, victim of polio, who had to use a wheelchair; and a woman I never saw, but heard every week when I delivered her weekly newspapers; even before her mother came to the door, I could hear her pounding on the piano, creating what must have been music to her ears alone.
The population of my town was about 8,000, and another 5,000 in satellite communities. There had to have been at least a few hundred other handicapped people living invisibly among us. Fortunately, that seems to have changed. I live in a different, much larger community now, and the number of of people I see with permanent disabilities is astonishing by comparison with the 1950s and 1960s. Granted, many are people who once would have been incarcerated in insane asylums (and are now visible to us all, and mostly ignored). Every time I walk through my neighbour I at see at least 20 people in mobility scooters or wheelchairs. I see elderly people with dementia or Alzheimer’s, with profoundly disabling diseases, with limited eyesight or none at all. Sometime I see vigorous young men and women with amputated legs or arms, and I wonder if they were fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan. (I myself have a slight limp from being seriously wounded in South Vietnam.)
I wonder what proportion of people today are considered to be “normal”. Are the “normals” nearing the time when they might become the “outsiders”? What might society be like if, someday a person of normal appearance and actions, is in the minority, a “freak” so to speak? Would they become the targets of bullies, police brutality, medical experimentation. Would they be reduced to begging for coins and food? Would they become the targets of drug dealers and scam artists?
