Not long after I was diagnosed I was having a conversation with my parents on the telephone. I don’t remember what we were talking about but what I do remember was my dad saying “Don’t worry dear, you’re not defective”. Now I know he meant this in the most endearing way possible but the funny thing was, I never thought of myself as ‘defective’ until he said that to me. Defective? I’m DEFECTIVE? What does that even mean?
According to Google, defective means:
Well… that sounds like everyone doesn’t it? I’m not special, really. Just defective like everyone else. Just in my own unique way.
However, I do have some “complaints over defective goods” Ahem. Cough. … I have since written the manufacturer to ask for a refund. Unfortunately, there are no refunds or store credit on previous purchases. I have been told, however, that I can get a replacement part. I have placed my order and am waiting for it to be filled.