Disapproval has been so painful for me in the past. My mother’s disapproval as a kid, morphed into external social disapproval as an adult. I’ve been waiting most of my life to fit in. Waiting for my life to begin. Waiting for the proper me. Truth is, I will never fit in. A part of me is still unsure what is authentically me, what is my trauma, what is my disability. Where does each one stop and the other begin?
