It doesn't make me feel happy because it makes me feel like I have to rely on making sense of the way people treat me in other ways. For example, I was crying at the beginning of our conversation, and it makes me feel bad that I have to internalize the way people treat me. If people saw blood, maybe they would take me more seriously. I just feel like a complainer, so I have to keep becoming people who might be acceptable so I don't feel defeated by the way people in disability services treat me