Dear Entertainment Industry, from a “retarded person,” Even reading the word stings. But why shouldn’t I call myself what others call people like me?
In the most literal sense of the word, I am slow. I move slowly. Think slowly. I’m slow to catch on and, a lot of times, unable to keep up.
Physically and mentally, I am slow. I have brain damage. In high school, a car accident left me in a coma with a dozen shattered bones and a traumatic brain injury (TBI).
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