Disqualified

Years ago we adopted a dog from the humane society. She had 4 homes before we came along. People had purchased her for breeding. We later learned that she was a pure bred and had been "disqualified" due to her pink nose. We never cared about that nonsense and would joke and laugh about it. We loved her and they bent all the rules so we could adopt her.

My great grandfather Russian Jewish Ukrainian on my mother's side was disqualified to enter this country because he was a hunchback. He journeyed through Canada because Ellis Island wouldn't allowed a deformed Jew.

My mother felt disqualified her whole life because she had scoliosis and saw herself as deformed in spite of her beautiful face.

My mother deliberately disqualified me from properly participating in my own childhood because she decided I needed a series of unnecessary surgeries starting at age three, age 5, age 6 and more. Nobody stopped her and she had plans for more. That's when I ran away from home.

Whenever I enter an employment situation it tends to be through the ceiling and not the door. Freelancing, Teaching, baking, cooking, you name it. For some people this disqualifies me and to others renders me exceptional.