Because my immune system screwed up my nerves, I& #39;ve been continuously in pain for nearly 30 years. As a kid, I& #39;d always assumed I& #39;d be a father. I love kids. I love teaching. Being an uncle has been the best, most rewarding part of my life. But I knew I couldn& #39;t do it... https://twitter.com/Tinu/status/1384773043449339905">https://twitter.com/Tinu/stat...

The pain I had, day in and day out, for no reason, was too much. Some days better than others, but never a moment without pain, and never knowing when, where, and how long the next sudden spike would be. I& #39;d seen how much it hurt my parents to helplessly watch me go through it...

And I knew my mother blamed herself for it. And I realized that I couldn& #39;t have kids. Not with the additional layer of having experienced it firsthand. Not with the knowledge that there was a possibility I could pass on a genetic predisposition to the condition.

And so it really hit me hearing this beautiful, compassionate, determined soul say that she& #39;d decided not to have kids because they would have a genetic predisposition to a pain she& #39;d experienced firsthand. Except that it& #39;s not a medical condition...

It& #39;s a pain that our society has built in to the experience of having non-white skin.

We can& #39;t fix my nerves. We can& #39;t even explain why my body is doing this.

But society is what we make it. It& #39;s who we choose to be and what we choose to build and do.

We have to choose better.