ABC Everyday
When children with disabilities don t see themselves in what they watch, read and play with, it s like a black hole gets torn inside them, Hannah Diviney writes.
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I was three years old when I first figured out I was different from other kids.
The realisation hit me square in the middle of my tiny chest during an otherwise normal lunch at day care.
Seated around a table, I watched as my best friend back then finished her lunch and stood up easily, ready to go and play. I tried to follow her, confused when my body remained still. What was going on? I knew what I wanted to do, and it had looked simple enough, so why couldn t I do it?