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NORMAL? WHAT IS THAT? They call me stupid… They call me dumb… I am neither, I am deaf. I can never hear a sound. I talk with my hands. I am neither stupid nor dumb, I am just ME! They call me weird… They call me dumb… They call me worthless… I am neither, I am blind. I never get to see the world. I read with my fingers, not my eyes. I am neither weird nor dumb nor worthless, I am just ME! They call me a problem… They call me an idiot… They call me dangerous… They call me a troublemaker… I am neither, I have autism. I have a handicap. I see things and people differently. I am ne

NORMAL? WHAT IS THAT? They call me stupid… They call me dumb… I am neither, I am deaf. I can never hear a sound. I talk with my hands. I am neither stupid nor dumb, I am just ME! They call me weird… They call me dumb… They call me worthless… I am neither, I am blind. I never get to see the world. I read with my fingers, not my eyes. I am neither weird nor dumb nor worthless, I am just ME! They call me a problem… They call me an idiot… They call me dangerous… They call me a troublemaker… I am neither, I have autism. I have a handicap. I see things and people differently. I am ne

Olivia was up and about. She had finished eating her breakfast and was ready to go out for a little sun. "I'll be going out, mom! Love ya! Bye!" said Olivia. But just as she was about to reach the door, she stepped in something and lifted her shoe up. It was covered in ink. "Eww. Otto," she muttered. Otto the Octopus was sitting there on the sofa. He was inking a little bit more than usual lately. "Otto, we need to talk," said Olivia. With that, she sat down with her favorite eight-armed creature and decided to have an intervention with him. "Look, Otto. You live here under my parents' roof, and you know how they feel about you inking on