So today I was assaulted, my body integrity violated. Someone came up behind me and cut off 8 inches of my hair. I'm in shock. I'm traumatized. I'm sick. This violation was perpetrated by a family member, someone I trust. Who apparently did it for no other reason, than that they don't like my hair. They find it aesthetically unappealing. As a disabled person, who has lost much of the use of my arms and hands, I use my hair as a prosthetic, it helps me accomplish physical tasks that I can't do otherwise. Important every day tasks. My hair is not about aesthetics or looks, it's about functionality. But my hair and what it represents to me goes deeper than functionality, it's a part of who I am, what makes me me. It is an important part of my identity. Something I've had to fight for my whole life. If this was anyone else, someone who is not family, I would have certainly called the police and had them arrested for assault. But I can't do that to this person. I immediately started thinking of ways I could adapt, trying to compensate for what I just lost, so that I could still do the things I need to do with what I have left, but I haven't been able to make it work yet. This is the standard response I have when such things happen, triage, cope with the problem, address what's right in front of you, find a way to deal with it. That's what I've been doing since I became a disabled person. I think everyone should know that this is what disabled people have to deal with on a daily basis, random acts of aggression, that even those who do them, don't really understand why they did it. We get targeted, and there is no rhyme or reason to it. It's pointless to even try to figure it out. So I won't. Right now I am just hurt, and angry, and outraged, and sad. All at once. Yet I find myself consoling the person who perpetrated this act of violence upon me, because they feel so badly now. Being disabled is hard enough in this world, but when things like this happen, you begin to feel despair. It makes you want to stay away from people, because you know that they represent a threat to you, a threat which can become all too real at any moment. This is the way it is for all those who find themselves vulnerable, children, women, elderly people, people who are ill etc.. You realize that humans are predators, and they will pray upon you, as a matter of opportunity, and for no other reason. I'm tired of being understanding of these people, I'm tired of making excuses for them, I am losing my faith in humanity, and I feel very alone.