Today was a day my disability was thrown into harsh and rather unforgiving relief, as was most of my family’s (this excludes my mother) general inattentiveness to this sound of my voice. I am beginning to wonder why I’m here if the majority of my family seems to see my voice to the words I say as mere sound, background noise which requires very little attention at all. Am I really a person to them or mouthing more then a reoccurring obligation, a duty to be discharged, a burden to be shouldered? I feel as though my opinions are thought of as frivolous and inconsequential at best and downright stupid at worst. If that is the case what purpose do I serve? Am I nothing more than a glorified ATM machine to them? Is my disability nothing more than a convenient reason for them to stay at home and not have to struggle through the economic sludge of this current recession nightmare? Though I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt the longer this goes on the shorter my temper gets. How I supposed to believe that I’m being treated like an adult when all my concerns are ignored and my frustration is treated as nothing more than a five-year olds temper tantrum? The truth is that if I believed that I was being taken seriously at all, these “tantrums” would not exist because I wouldn’t feel the need to scream in order to get my point across.