After he had told me how nice it was to see me and gave me the warm smile that he was known for, I walked away—so pleased with the encounter, I felt like I was floating.
Then, just five minutes after recovering from that humiliation, I gestured with my left hand while holding a refill.
When Neysi smiled and calmly asked for another napkin, I was so grateful for her compassion and composure that I almost could have married her myself.
It's non-progressive, so just as it can never be cured, it can never get worse. People can even improve, like going from plastic braces that reach up to your knee (I had those) to simple orthotics that fit inside sneakers.
But even though I'm not getting any worse, a disability isn't the best first-date conversation fodder.
My parents have emphasized to me that I must be my own best advocate, so I have not been shy about asking for assistance when necessary.