There are a fair number of analogies of what it’s like to live with a disability, I find some more accurate than others, but countless people disagree with me, which is why there are so many analogies.
There’s also something to be said for basic language around disability, person first, identity first, whatever.
There’s so much to be said about so many topics that divide the disability community but I think I’m starting to find a common thread in all of them.
The path to self-acceptance or one’s own disability.
While I sometimes forget I have Cerebral Palsy, it took me a while to accept the fact that I had Cerebral Palsy, and that it did in fact inform every aspect of my life.
A10: That CP is just another part of my puzzle. That it informs every part of who I am as a being. I’ve learned to embrace the experience 😊 https://t.co/QBM4QhjyZS
— Kate Meuser (@katethemuse) March 24, 2017
Once I figured that out I thought my life would get easier, at least somewhat, mentally, but it’s not really like that. It can actually be hard to be conscious of how your disability is integrated into your everyday life, especially if you find yourself thrust into the world of activism.
At what point do you highlight your disability, especially if it isn’t visually obvious?
How do you identify as disabled?
To what extent do you bring attention to your disability?
The Cerebral Palsy community is an interesting one, for various reasons, but not limited to how much a person allows CP to be part of their life. It’s always a piece of the puzzle, but the size of the piece is the question.
Some get to make the choice, others don’t, to some extent.
Making the conscious decision to embrace it, and all the opportunities that come your way because of it is a completely personal decision.
As someone who didn’t embrace their disability until their 20s I wonder just way I waited so long. I’ve gone back in my head wondering what and/or when I would’ve done something differently multiple times and I can’t come up with and I can’t come up with something, anything, that I would willingly change.
I guess that’s one of the pieces of my own puzzle.