Imperfections are hard on people, whether it be a mental illness you were born with or a recent and permanent disability. They’re hard on the person it effects and it’s hard on those who witness it. Ever see someone missing an arm or who talks through a tube in their throat and you can’t stop staring at it? It’s the iconic, “My eyes are up here, mister,” all over again, only it’s not cleavage that’s caught your eye.