The Price of Vulnerability
“[Ethan] has a disabled mother… that will bring alot of problems with it.”
“I realize that your desire to be independent is strong, but practicality dictates that your husband should do the things that are difficult for you such as shaving your arm pits.”
“[Sarah driving is an] Accident waiting to happen….”
These are just a few of the negative comments I’ve received on my YouTube channel. There are many, many uplifting comments, but the discouraging ones always hit me hard. They remind me that there are those who see me as a danger to my son and others. There are those who truly believe I’m less-than or that I shouldn’t be granted the same rights everyone else enjoys.
It’s easy to believe, when observing my life casually, that I’ve been surrounded by only positive forces all my life… people applauding every little thing I did, patting me on the head for the smallest achievements. To some, it may appear that my life is an easy one; that adjusting the way I do comes without much effort.
Well, no one’s life is easy. Yours isn’t. Mine isn’t. We all have our own battle to fight.
I’ve chosen to open up my life to the public in the name of awareness, the name of encouragement, the name of healing. This level of vulnerability comes with a price, as people try to make sense of my life with very little information. Vulnerability doesn’t always lead to people understanding me better, but it has led to me understanding myself better.
In the face of criticism, I see who I really am. I ask myself if they’re right about me, and search out my own answers.
Criticism can drag us down, or refine us like a diamond subjected to heat and pressure.
Vulnerability is not cheap. It is not easy. But it is worth it.
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