The bus lurches to a stop. My feet dig into the floor as my upper body tenses, attempting to keep me in my seat. The driver shouts my stop, and I spring to my feet and arc my long white cane. A hand grabs my elbow as I move to the door. I jerk my… Continue reading What disability pride means to me
Tag: identity
Extending Disability representation: Removing sexism, ableism and white supremacy from our own representation
I often write about identity. My identity, specifically. How so much of my identity is wrapped up in body image and appearance. My mind and emotions wrestle on a daily basis, determined to erase one another. Only a handful of people know my inner turmoil. Rarely do I speak about the dysfunction whipping about inside… Continue reading Extending Disability representation: Removing sexism, ableism and white supremacy from our own representation
The Snow White Conundrum
I write this wearing my silver tiara my boys gave me last Mother’s Day. I’m the queen, they say. Queen of the house, the one in charge. In our house, this is a matriarchy. I may appear to fit a more traditional, hetero, cis gender role as mother and wife, but my boys know who… Continue reading The Snow White Conundrum
Imperfection 