This is death. If your family/ village doesn't want you/ have a remedial job for you to do, you're just waiting to be a martyr without a clear system or understood place. You should know. I have a minor disability, and it has been used to drag me to the worst ends. This is how it begins and ends... Someone shows me their good heart to help their own or save themselves. So, someone who is average or braindead gets ahead, and I carry the baggage. My only actual disability was a slight language delay because I was near deaf until I was four, but once you have one in the wrong environment, you have them all unless you can pay them away. Yes, I am the bad apple, and I'm going to rot away. No, that guy isn't retarded, he's a creative genius at blowing bubbles. And Sally Sue doesn't have a 101 IQ, no, she has a processing disorder. And Billy's dad didn't tell him the answers to the IQ test, no, he's just bored. And Jane didn't take the ACT 50 times, no, she's a bad test taker. Sum of all parts. I've fried for the last time. Life can't be like a rainbow unless you've got a pot of gold.