Why This Story Hit So Hard
About a month ago I watched the movie Out of My Mind on Disney+. Afterward, I decided to go back and read the book. I’m so glad I did. You know what they say books are always better than the movies.
Even though I saw the movie a month ago, Sharon Draper’s words brought back memories. I hadn’t expected those memories to resurface. They still ache a little, even years later.
Before I go any further, I want to be clear. These are my thoughts, my feelings, and my recollections of what happened. Memory is slippery. Emotions can tint the edges. So take what I say with a grain of salt. Know that this is how it felt to me. Sometimes that’s the most honest thing a person can offer.
Melody’s Story, and Mine
In the story, Melody is a brilliant girl with cerebral palsy. She uses a communication device, has a sharp wit, and knows more than most people give her credit for. A highly emotional moment in the book occurs when her classmates are selected for a big trip to Washington, D.C.
Melody is supposed to go too. But things don’t go as planned. Melody doesn’t get to go. Reading that part felt like looking in a mirror.
The Trip I Didn’t Get to Take
When I was in seventh grade, my school organized a class trip to Washington, D.C. just like Melody’s. I was excited. Nervous. Hopeful. I pictured myself standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial. I imagined exploring the Smithsonian. I saw myself laughing with my classmates in a hotel room late at night. I imagined the memories we’d make, the stories I’d have to tell. But then came the catch.
The school told me I couldn’t go unless one of my parents, or another adult, came along as my personal aide. They said it was about ensuring my safety and meeting any personal needs I might have during the trip. But here’s the thing: by that age, I could dress, bathe, feed, and toilet myself without assistance. The only support I might’ve needed was help navigating long distances. Someone could push my wheelchair when my stamina ran low from all the sightseeing. It wasn’t really about safety.
It was about discomfort. Their discomfort. They didn’t want to figure out how to include a disabled student. They weren’t willing to make accommodations. And they certainly didn’t offer to help cover the cost of bringing someone to support me. So their solution? Exclude me instead.
Much like Melody in the story, I was deeply disappointed. But disappointment was nothing new to me. I’d grown used to it whether it came from friends, family, or the world at large. I rarely showed it, because by then, I had learned to hold it in. I knew expressing it wouldn’t change anything.
Still, I remember one conversation vividly. One evening, I was riding in the car with my aunt. I told her how much I wanted to go on that trip. I don’t remember where we were headed, but I remember the weight of wanting so badly to be included. She even talked about trying to help cover the cost, or going with to aid me, to make it possible.
But in the end, it just wasn’t possible. My parents couldn’t afford the added expense. So that was it. No Washington, D.C. No trip. No adventure. Just me, left behind at school while my peers made memories without me.
My class explored the nation’s capital while I stayed behind. I sat in a classroom with the small group of students who didn’t go. I felt forgotten. Left out. It felt unfair. I had wanted that experience so badly. I wanted to be part of the stories they’d tell when they came home. I didn’t want to be the kid they left behind.
Bitterness and Bucket Lists
Even now, nearly 30 years later, it still leaves a slightly bitter taste in my mouth. I still haven’t made it to Washington, D.C. But it’s on my bucket list. When I finally get there, I’ll be standing tall. You better believe I’ll be giving a big, proud, proverbial middle finger to every staff member. This is for every teacher who once thought I didn’t belong. Because guess what? I made it anyway.
Melody’s Story Is Our Story
Reading Out of My Mind brought all of that back. Melody’s story isn’t just hers. It belongs to many of us. We have had to fight just to be included. Others take these things for granted. Her heartbreak is our heartbreak. But so is her strength, her wit, and her refusal to be underestimated.
That’s the power of stories like this one. They don’t just show the world as it is they help us imagine the world as it should be.
A World Where Everyone Belongs
I believe in that world. One where we don’t put conditions on belonging. One where we assume competence instead of questioning it. One where disabled children aren’t left behind because adults decided their inclusion was too inconvenient or too expensive.
If you haven’t read Out of My Mind, I encourage you to. Yes, it’s a work of fiction. However, it captures something deeply real. It portrays the inner life of a young person who is so often spoken about instead of spoken to. Melody’s voice may be artificial in the technical sense, but her story rings powerfully human.
Let’s build a world where no one has to prove they deserve to be part of the story.
Let’s listen.
Let’s include.
And let’s never stop imagining, and creating, a better way forward.
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