Since my amputation at age 15 due to a battle with bone cancer, people still stare at me as if I am not human, as if I can't see them.
Since getting a divorced, I've been fearing this moment. The moment when I am sick or hurt and helpless without a significant other to care for me.
I don't know what I expected when I told the people closest to me. A rainbow cupcake? Nothing prepared me for people's feelings of anger, disbelief and betrayal.