I am exhausted, this evening. I busted ass all day, cleaning my living room (which hadn't had a real good cleaning since December). I probably didn't get as much done as most would, and it took three times the amount of time to do. Because really? I didn't have the energy, but it had to be done.
No, it's not done yet. Remember, I'm working with no energy or stamina. That means everything that gets done gets done slowly. Steadily. With frequent breaks to rest.
I can still do it, though. It just takes a while.
That makes it a handicap. I can do things, it's just not as easy or as fast as it is for others.
The difference between a handicap and a disability is that a handicap doesn't remove ability, just makes things harder. A disability means that I can't do something.
Yes, there are things I'm not able to do. However, in most cases, my thyroid has nothing to do with that. I can't run a marathon--or even to the end of my driveway--but that has less to do with energy and stamina, and more to do with bad ankles, knees, and boobs that would knock my ass out if I tried. I can't reach the back of the middle shelves in my kitchen standing on the floor, but that's because I'm four feet eleven inches tall in my socks, and barely five foot even in most of my shoes. (Five foot one, in one or two pair).
So there are disabilities, and there are handicaps, but calling everything a disability (like with the whole ADA crap) smacks of excusing laziness.
I am handicapped. Not disabled.
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