I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m sick of being the butt of kids’ jokes; of being laughed at. I was just rolling through the park, and there were loads of kids just staring and laughing. It is, of course, because I have cp, but I like having cp: I like rolling around in my chair; I like waking up with Lyn; I like going to visit the joneses. None of this would have happened had I not had c.p, so I’m pleased I have it. I love being me, but to these little kids being me is something to be ridiculed. I say no: it must end. I don’t know how to stop it, short of wringing the little shits necks, but I’ve had enough. I don’t want to become a ‘crip with a chip, but it’s just not fair.