I have written about how I had to unlearn ableism.   I have written about my uncooperative body.   I always state how generally happy I am, and that I am comfortable being me.   All this is true but frustration shows up, and grows, every time I meet ableism.   I meet ableism a lot.   Ableism brought forth by pity. Pity directed at me by people who seem to believe I am “trapped” inside my body, that I suffer, or that my life is so hard, they can’t understand how I can even have goals and aspirations.