Life With an Invisible Disability
I went to McDonald's this afternoon in the name of my cheeseburger and fries cravings. Like the usual, I went to stand behind the counter for senior citizens and persons with disability since I have my disability card with me. Then a young pregnant woman came, seemingly in a rush, and she stood beside me. Our eyes met, and then I caught her looking at me from head to toe, like she was evaluating me if I was really standing in the right lane. I get that stare... a lot. There was even an elderly woman who tapped my shoulder and said, "This is the senior citizen's lane. You should not be here." Her tone sounded like I was too stupid on missing the sign behind the register. Maybe it wasn't her intention, but I felt like I needed to explain thoroughly why I was there. But then everytime I would show my PWD ID to those who are curious, my dreaded question would come up next. "Myasthenia gravis? What is that?" You see, despite living for more than three years w...