Are We Ever Disabled ‘Enough’ When You Don’t See Our Disabilities?
It is not so much that these things are invisible as it is that people are trained to hide them, and society is conditioned to look away from them.
It is not so much that these things are invisible as it is that people are trained to hide them, and society is conditioned to look away from them.
My trans friends rarely come home, and when they do, it is for brief bursts of time. They question why I’ve chosen to keep living here.
Disability is not wrong or tragic or bad, but sometimes it is a symptom of a grave injustice.
How can I say that I fear I’ll never date again without feeding the monster? No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
It is very rare, as a disabled person, that I have an intense sense of belonging, of being not just tolerated or included in a space, but actively owning it.
“Accommodations are things that we need, and deserve, in order to lead our lives. But they’re treated—we are treated—like we’re trying to pull one over on the rest of society.”
I want to surround myself with people who argue with me, for I learn so much more from these conversations.
“If losing your friends all the time is a dismal way to live, closing yourself off from humanity is even more grim.”
“When is disability humor appropriate and when isn’t it?”
Living with an unquiet mind is like living with a noisy, restless, anxious human who tugs on your sleeve for attention.