Hey, Jamie Lynn, get over yourself: Who tells disability experiences?

I’m. So. Sick. Of non-disabled people centering their experiences around disability. And this isn’t unique to me. All disabled people are tired of hearing how disability impacts non-disabled people. Ug! Recently, Jamie Lynn Spears, sister to Britney Spears, said in an interview that she doesn’t understand why she and her sister have grown apart. In her new… Continue reading Hey, Jamie Lynn, get over yourself: Who tells disability experiences?

Dear non-disabled people, your New Year’s resolutions

Dear non-disabled people, 2022 is upon us, and it’s time for arbitrary resolutions. We all know no one ever keeps New Year’s resolutions, so, here are some more for you also not to keep. Non-disabled people, you haven’t kept these up ‘til now; please don’t fail my expectations this year. A list of New Year’s resolutions curated just for you, non-disabled people. All… Continue reading Dear non-disabled people, your New Year’s resolutions

A short rant on ableism

This is a rant; a righteous rant. If you don’t like it, tough. I’m tired of being silenced, stuffed into a box. I’m tired of trying to live my life constantly surrounded by your ableism. For two weeks now I’ve felt bookended by ableism. Comments and attitudes directed towards me, mostly by people supposed to… Continue reading A short rant on ableism

Task master A.K.A the bitch

I hold my phone to my ear. It rings and rings before my husband picks up. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks. “Did you ask your driver about driving us Sunday?” “No, not yet, forgot.” I scrunch up my face and hold my breath. “You’ve been with him all day.” “I know, I just forgot.” “Mmmhmm, mmhmm, but… Continue reading Task master A.K.A the bitch

Stripped

I wake this morning, head fuzzy from sleep. Rolling out of bed, I trudge towards the kitchen. Before getting the kids up and going, I glance at my phone. Notification after notification clenches my stomach until it’s a tight ball. I can’t read any of these articles. I swipe to clear and slam my phone down.… Continue reading Stripped

Punished for being disabled

You make the decision to have children, and from that point, your children consume you. You want to give them every opportunity. You want them to succeed. You ultimately want them to be happy and healthy. But when you’re a disabled parent, you’re often punished for daring to be disabled. My husband and I both have a… Continue reading Punished for being disabled

Woman is a dirty word

My nine-year-old is obsessed with Titanic. Really, all shipwrecks, but it all started with the Titanic. A single documentary I put on for the boys two years ago simply to occupy them, and here we are, inundated with books and documentaries and toys about shipwrecks. My husband and I discussed letting him watch the 1997… Continue reading Woman is a dirty word

Hooray for Hollywood

Hooray for Hollywood Interview after interview has celebrities declaring movies need to be back in theatres. Many insist a communal in-person theatre experience is the only way to enjoy films. Is it though? My kids love going to the movie theatre. The plush recliners that ease back with a slick push of a button. An… Continue reading Hooray for Hollywood

Disabled and doing fine: I’m not in need of misguided affirmations

Hey, non-disabled peeps, disabled adult here. I’m not a child; please stop speaking to me like I’m in Kindergarten. Doesn’t matter what my disability is, it’s never okay to speak to adults like this. And I certainly don’t care about your hang-ups surrounding disability. Stop. Speaking. To. Me. Like. I’m. A. Child. The school year… Continue reading Disabled and doing fine: I’m not in need of misguided affirmations

F! I’m 40

I lay-out in the backyard, sun sizzling along my body. Bia and Nicki Minaj thump out my pink, portable speaker, giving me permission to rock this bikini. I’m 40; I’m a mom; Fuck yes, I’m wearing this bikini. Shit, am I 40? Today’s my 40th birthday. Forty years seeking an identity. Forty years defying expectations.… Continue reading F! I’m 40