I usually start posts like these by defining the word in question, but I don't think it's necessary to define the word itself in this case. Therefore I am going to assume that everyone knows what trust means. Rather, I'd like to introduce the concept of trust within the context of living with a disability.… Continue reading On the Concept of Trust
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More On Why Access Is Love
Just two days ago, I received my new Access Is Love shirt in the mail. I'm so proud to share my support for Access Is Love, which "aims to help build a world where accessibility is understood as an act of love, instead of a burden or afterthought. It is an initiative to raise awareness… Continue reading More On Why Access Is Love
Please Just Call Me Disabled
For as long as I can remember, I have identified as disabled. It doesn't necessarily mean that I think I am not "able" to do certain things, or moreover, that I let cerebral palsy hold me back from doing what I want to do, or from enjoying this life I've been given. It just means… Continue reading Please Just Call Me Disabled
“What’s Wrong With Your Legs?”
I have been posed this question many times before, and I hate it every single time. The most recent instance was when I was at work in a clinic, and I had to walk to retrieve a patient's receipt for the day's visit. After I returned to the front desk with the receipt in my… Continue reading “What’s Wrong With Your Legs?”
My First Ever Visit to the Gynecologist
Proper gynecological care for women with physical disabilities is a must; a necessity. Oftentimes, we are overlooked because of the misconception that we are not, and will never be, sexually active. We are so frequently viewed as medical objects that we are disassociated–we sometimes even do it to ourselves–from the reality that we are in… Continue reading My First Ever Visit to the Gynecologist
Shopping With My Godmother
All my life, I've identified as disabled. That being said, I am no stranger to being discriminated against. Discrimination can come in many forms, subtle or overt. This anecdote is one that came at a time where I was aware enough to know that discrimination was happening. In the midst of a crowded shopping mall,… Continue reading Shopping With My Godmother
A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
"Nobody knows anything about blogging. They just make it up." This is me. I am a writer, but I've never blogged before....mostly because I thought what I had to say wasn't important enough to go on the internet, or interesting enough for people to read, or blah, blah, insecurities, period. When I excitedly told my… Continue reading A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
The Spastic Diplege 