IvonneLopez.com - Perfection/Defected - Disabled/Enabled
While cleaning out my room (tropical storm Hanna has us stuck indoors), I stumbled upon some hardware I had fixated to my femur 10 years ago. A little melancholic, I analyzed and noticed dried blood on it. It was then that I started to feel sorry for my self.
I have always hated walking, as far back as I can remember. As a toddler I remember my mom saying “Ivonnie, you are going to walk today and I am not going to pick you up.” She figured if she started prepping me I would. But not even an hour later my little arms would reach towards her, puppy dog face and all, I would convince her to carry me.
At the age of 16, 10 doctors later, plus a year or two in a wheelchair, I began the process of knee reconstructive surgery. I could probably be the poster child of the Taylor Spatial Frame. Till today I have had 3 and even though I hope and pray I won’t, considering my track record, there could be more. But I think no. Just rehabilitation for me.
After all of this, I still don’t see myself as any less of a person. I am not some poor pathetic existance. The cesspool in Bethesda isn’t my future and I shouldn’t be offended by it. (Though God, seriously, if you tell me the place and time I’ll be there). I am sorry that I have had to go through that but somehow I know that I would not be the person I am today without it. As I strive for perfection I know my defect can’t keep me from anything. I too can be perfect. The truth of the matter is that my disability had enabled me to be a better person.
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