Anyone with a disabilty or physical difference can tell you what it's like. You frequently have the urge to scream at people, "I am not an object! Stop staring at me!"
You can feel the weight of those eyes like a hand heavily pressed in the center of your chest, breaking your heart.
After a lifetime of this, I've decided that it's not my job to teach the world manners. So I stare back. I stand still, waiting patiently for them to meet my eyes. And when they do, they find me looking back at them with a flat, unflinching gaze. I only smile when, turning away ashamed, they feel as uncomfortable as they have made me.
Do you want to know what all of those staring eyes look like?
Meet photographer Kevin Connolly.