Hate is something that I had to face all my life. The first episode that is marked in my head I was about 7 or 8. When an uncle, I never saw or met before decided to come on holiday. My dad and my uncle went to the yard to talk, and I must have asked to go with them.
Man, how much I wish that I didn’t listen to that conversation. My uncle told my dad that he should have killed me when he found out that I had a disability. My dad didn’t say a word, and that hurts the most. This uncle, later on, told my aunt (his sister) the same thing and she broke a broom on his head. She and I were super close, and she was the only I opened my heart with wide open.
Most of my schooling years were hell because students and even some teachers alike would bully me. This was one instance when I was in primary school. When the only other kid in a wheelchair started to call me a baby because I wore a seatbelt. I don’t think I said anything but one day my mum heard him and she went to the head of school, and that kid was forced to tell me sorry.
Please remember that HATE comes from someone who is in FEAR. Keep in mind, that what doesn’t break you makes you stronger!