Most everyone treats disabled people differently. Some good, some not so good. Friends and family have a hard time dealing with it. I learned a long time ago to never ask any of my family members for help. They just do not understand that I cannot use my arms or hands for anything. I have a family member who works in Disablity Services here in Oregon, she treats me like I have the Plague. When I almost died last year (heart rate went down to 10) she did not come to the hospital, call, or see me for 3 weeks. I don't know why, but it hurts alot. This is the life we live, and I am going to make the best of it. As I write this, the sun is shining (I love Oregon) and I am going to go out and enjoy whatever comes my way.
Condor