Yet all my life is lived in this tension: Almost all the time, I’m just another guy. Then, in brief but recurring moments, I’m the guy who talks funny, who’s different, who’s disabled. Three Narratives That Call MeI can struggle to answer these questions because of three competing narratives the world, and often my own heart, continually offers me. This is the story about myself that emerges when someone doesn’t understand what I’ve said, or looks at me with discomfort. In those moments, I feel like I’m a person who gets marginalized because of my disability.