On Being Broken
We have a new building management that comes with new staff. One lady from a far away land is religious, a result of generations of christian colonization.
On day without asking she took my stroke affected hand and began praying over it asking Jesus to heal me. I took my hand back and told her I felt offended by her action.
She was treating me like I’m broken, essentially criticizing me, which is the covert abuse of any religion.
She said we couldn’t date because she liked to go for walks and hold hands. When you have one leg and arm fully functioning that is one of the few things you can’t do.
She pointed to my crotch and said, “Does that work?”
She asked, “do you go to bed at 4 pm?”
I mean she had no filters at all. The thoughts came pouring out. Anxiety, I suppose.
Do all people think these things?
