This particular anecdote has been swirling around in the back of my head. It's hard for me to discuss because it's a bit painful but I think I should, if only because it's important especially since it occurred at the age where I was reconciling with being disabled and figuring out how it'd fit into… Continue reading I Don’t Have To Prove It
The younger version of me has been referenced quite a bit on this blog and I thought I'd revisit that now. So I came across a tweet on Twitter where a disabled user asked other disabled people if they could tell one thing to their younger self, what would it be? So many possibilities but… Continue reading You Are Enough
Lots of moments from my childhood have made lasting impressions on me, some stronger than others. Today, one particular memory comes to mind. I was in grade school, second or third grade, maybe. At that time, I was using a special stroller to get around and was always accompanied by my lovely paraprofessional. For whatever… Continue reading Just a Memory
I've said before that I've been a product of the medical system my entire life. My circumstances required serious medical intervention since the very beginning. Nowadays, I'm what providers may call "otherwise healthy," if looking beyond the scope of my disability. In other words, the presence of the medical system in my current daily life… Continue reading Owning My Story: Past, Present, and Future
I'd like to spend a little time talking about pain. It's important to note that when I say "pain" here, I mean physical pain. I'm not referring to emotional pain or any other kind of struggle one might be dealing with that they may or may not discuss. Though of course, mental health and physical… Continue reading Pain and Invincibility
hero (noun): a person admired for achievements and noble qualities; one who shows great courage Beyond both being providers, there's one more thing my surgeon and physical therapist have in common: they have both repeatedly told me not to be "the hero." My surgeon would tell me not to be the hero during follow-up appointments… Continue reading "Don’t Be The Hero"
This picture was taken in November 2011, two and a half months post-op from my fourth orthopedic surgery. I was 17. I captioned the photograph, "No hands," and posted it to Facebook. The photograph's reappearance in my Facebook "memories," recently got me thinking about my progress since this photo was taken. At the time, I… Continue reading The Beauty of Progress