Ananda

No one had ever told me that they loved my disability before. Maybe my mother, but I can’t remember. But you looked me in the eye and told me that my dyspraxia was one of the reasons you fell in love with me.

When you found out I had a learning difficulty you had never heard of, you researched it so you could understand me more. You recognised when my symptoms became overwhelming and you took care of me without speaking down to me.

You told me you were proud of me when I did things that required coordination, like opening a can and things that were too loud, like emptying the dishwasher. Having someone be proud of me for things I struggle with, even though most people don’t have the same struggle, felt new to me. It’s still new. It’s all new, no one has ever loved any part of me like this, especially not my disability. ♦