In Brazil, the lack of respect for people with disabilities runs deep — across all layers of society. It's a silence that screams in every corner, a neglect that cuts through both the crowded streets and quiet halls. It’s a world that too often sees only what it wants to see — and turns its gaze away from those who don’t fit its narrow mold.

But in the midst of that cold indifference, a path opened for me — not one paved by institutions or loud voices claiming to know what’s best for me, but one older, wilder, and sacred. It was the pagan paths that welcomed me, not with judgment, not with pity, but with reverence for the soul I carry and the strength I bear.

In this spiritual current, I found breath. In these ancient ways, I was not a burden to be fixed — I was a being to be honored.

And now, through Folk Realms, a new social network rooted in ancestral wisdom and sacred connection, I’ve felt that same acceptance blossom again. Here, I am seen. Here, I am heard. Not as someone broken — but as someone whole.