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I did pretty well in high school, averaging a B. despite the obvious obstacles. It's funny how I surprised myself with each challenge in life. I've never thought I was that smart. Certainly there were brighter students in high school and college, fellow classmates who I thought were absolutely amazing. Even at work I found colleagues who were Social Workers or Psychologists to be way better in my field, brilliant, each in their own way.
I always tried hard. Maybe that was my advantage. I never took the easy way out. I knew I had much more to prove-in school and in my career- because of my disability. People tended to see the wheelchair, not me, and associate the chair with "stupid." So, I couldn't allow myself to believe that I really was stupid and the rest of the world was right. I needed to believe in myself first, before anyone would believe in me.
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