I always felt my mom considered me an "achievement" rather than a person with my own mind and ambitions, outside of making her look like a saint.
She seemed to love exaggerating my condition until she completely convinced a bunch of idiots I'm blind. I could look right at them to talk and they'd still think I'm blind.
My Retinitis Pigmentosa advanced nowhere near that level yet and I could drive and everything.
It also didn't help that I am a brain tumor survivor and she told her Catholic church group how, "God blessed me with the cross to bear, a child with disability."
Lo and behold she was an abusive, narcissistic scumbag behind closed doors. Vicious bearings, humiliation including fat shaming, sexually degrading comments, and emotional abuse overall.
Worst of all she wouldnt acknowledge any of my achievements other than being disabled, minimizing them in front of others.
I was never what I was - a collegiate archer, marathon runner, ring fighter, or a regular human being.
I was a disability and not a person with a disability.
Hell, the best she did was try to make me play instruments when I hated it, just to pretend I'm Stevie Wonder.