The place I live, hear the heartbeat when something goes wrong around me and cry with me
The place I live, know all my pain I have gone through and also know the darkest secret of my life which I even don’t remember by my own.
These are the lines from Rewati Karki’s poem. Born as the second girl in the family, her upbringing was not smooth. Her mother reminded that she was not loved as a child. Amidst expectations of a baby boy, Rewati was born in the family where a girl was already born. Her upbringing was so brutal that she was not even vaccinated or given polio.
At two, Rewati felt difficulties in standing and moving around. She also had speech problems. Everyone found it difficult to understand her. Having pointed out with names like ‘disabled’ and ‘bichara’ during her growing years, she wanted to be socially accepted. She was initially sent to a differently able school where she studied up to grade three. Like any other child, Rewati wanted to attend a general school. She slowly got frustrated, since she knew everything that she read and wrote. A majority of schools lacked a disabled-friendly environment. So, it got tough for her admissions to such school. Time passed by, and slowly she started speaking. Finally, Rewati got to a general school.
The school days went smooth until she was refused for admissions in class nine. The school wasn’t willing to accept her. Her elder sister took her to Biratnagar. Alas!! Nothing changed. There too, schools found it tough admitting her. She studied in Biratnagar but failed her S.L.C exam. “Because of writing difficulties, my writing was difficult to understand,” she claims. Her teacher suggested her to get somebody to write the exam for her. “ I passed S.L.C in my second attempt with 80 percent. I came to Kathmandu and distributed sweets at the school where I was initially rejected,” says Rewati.