This week's #TessaTakesCharge I open up to the public in a way I didn't expect myself too. Grief isn't a taboo topic for me, but I have never talked about this kind of ultra-personal, physical grief I feel just by being on my own campus almost everyday.
To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, here is a crucial exerpt from the piece:
"Coming to university was one of the hardest decisions I made, not because of money, or time commitment, or dedication, but because I was putting myself in an environment of primarily able-bodied people. Obviously, these people walking or running up the Bata steps may have internal disabilities that I cannot see, but it is a constant test for me, as an amputee, to watch each student who has full-leg mobility just walk. It can be traumatic to watch anyone just walk. This is grief."
I'm very grateful that I'm able to attend University, on scholarships nonetheless, and this is an obstacle I face all the time. I wrote this piece because I wanted to be a voice for others who've ever felt this way before, but didn't know how to put it into words. I wanted those people to remember they're seen and recognized, and just as important. I've actually had someone reach out and say this column did exactly that for them.
After reading, does anyone else feel the same? You feel alienated in an environment you're supposed to undoubtedly feel accepted / welcomed in. It's strange, and something to adjust to; you just have to remember that people do care, and your real friends will always be there for you.
Please enjoy the column, and as always, your feedback is greatly appreciated! ❤❤