It’s a pain in the neck to live with an intellectual disability

My bro-in-law Vincent was in a bad mood the other day. He was irritated, and I wasn’t as sympathetic as I might have been. He was frustrated because he was defeated by one of life’s unimportant but aggravating logic puzzles that plague him like a stumbling-block before the blind.

It’s difficult to grasp–let alone convey–the human experience of living with an intellectual disability. In any event, there’s no single common experience to convey. People living with intellectual disabilities have such varied challenges, personalities, and life circumstances.

There is one common thread. Intellectual disability is a pain in the neck.├é┬áImagine, if you will, that you are visiting Starbucks. Your barista has just prepared your favorite skinny mocha latte. She has it right there. She’ll be happy to hand it to you–right after you solve this Rubik’s cube and then reset your iCloud password and settings.

Yeah, it would be pretty annoying, constantly having to solve lots of hard and annoying little logic puzzles just to make it through the day.