Disability is like a funhouse mirror that makes us look ugly and contorted. We don’t like what acknowledging individuals with disabilities’ existence does to how we see ourselves. We like to think we love people for who they “really are”. Then someone in our lives gets afflicted with a disability. Cognitive dissonance enters our “upright” mind as we have to somehow reconcile dropping out of this individual’s life with the idea that we love people unconditionally. It’s hard going, and by acknowledging that we don’t actually love unconditionally we’re opening ourselves up to the idea that we don’t deserve be loved unconditionally.