Anger Verses Self-pitty and disability movie, and tv representation reflections.

💭 Anger vs. Self-Pity — What I’ve Been Thinking About 💭

A long time ago, I saw a movie about a 12-year-old boy who was training for the Olympics. He was doing great—until one day he ran into the street while playing with friends and got hit by a fast-moving car. He survived, but ended up in a wheelchair. He had to relearn everything: how to move, how to live. He wasn’t brain-injured—just physically disabled—but the emotional toll was heavy.

A therapist came to his house to help with rehab. But the boy was stuck in deep frustration and grief. He didn’t want to do the exercises. He kept yelling things like,
“I can’t! I can’t! I won’t! Don’t you understand?! I can’t do it!”

Eventually, the therapist got angry too. She snapped and told him she wasn’t going to put up with any more of his self-pity. She told him he was going to do it. She wasn’t going to let him give up.

That scene really stayed with me.

And it made me think about myself.

I never felt sorry for myself—not in that way. But I was angry. A lot.
And for years, I wondered: Was my anger a form of self-pity too?

But here’s what I’ve come to understand:

Anger is not the same as self-pity.

Anger says, “This isn’t fair.”
It says, “I deserve better than this.”
It comes from caring—about your life, your future, your dignity.

Self-pity says, “There’s no hope.”
It gives up. It sinks.

That boy in the movie wasn’t lazy or weak. He was overwhelmed.
Just like I’ve been.
Just like many people with disabilities have been.

So no—I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself. I was hurting. I was fighting. I was trying to be heard. And that anger? That was survival.

To anyone else struggling—especially those living with a disability—please know:

Your anger doesn’t make you weak.
Your frustration doesn’t make you selfish.
And feeling deeply doesn’t mean you’ve given up.

It means you care.
And that’s where healing begins.

#DisabilityReflection #AngerIsNotSelfPity #MyStoryMatters #DisabilityAwareness #EmotionalHonesty #RepresentationMatters 

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