For a long time, I avoided drawing attention to not having arms. People’s shocked reaction was always unsettling and a reminder of my difference. It might be hard to believe, but I forget I do not have arms until the response of strangers reminds me that I am someone different.
That was until a point in my life around the time I was in college when I decided to embrace my difference and have fun with it. One April Fools’ Day, I wore a fake arm made of rubber and asked a stranger to shake my hand. The phony arm would detach while shaking my “hand.” This was one of many practical jokes I played on people in college.
