The lawyer I had asked me if I even knew what trauma is like being friggin' raped. The unit supervisor at the disability services thinks I'm an asshole, and I don't know how to be an acceptable disabled person. I try to imagine that being raped is a way of becoming acceptable. The somatic therapist asked me to draw a self-portrait of myself, so I drew a self-portrait of someone about to rape me. I don't know who I am as a disabled person, so I try to be someone that could be acceptable.