ABC Everyday When children with disabilities don't see themselves in what they watch, read and play with, it's like a black hole gets torn inside them, Hannah Diviney writes. ( Share Print text only Cancel I was three years old when I first figured out I was different from other kids. The realisation hit me square in the middle of my tiny chest during an otherwise normal lunch at day care. Seated around a table, I watched as my best friend back then finished her lunch and stood up easily, ready to go and play. I tried to follow her, confused when my body remained still. What was going on? I knew what I wanted to do, and it had looked simple enough, so why couldn't I do it?