Before self-diagnosis, I always felt like a piece of me was missing. I struggled with an internal sense of self because I felt I had no core to anchor myself to. I didn't respect my sensory needs, and in return they caused me mishap after mishap. Now, I just feel... happier. Calmer.
Author: Ashton Rose
It's a lie crafted to shame nonnormative bodyminds which can't meet standards of productivity, output, and success. While it is true that you may be able to ignore symptoms for some time, they will always come back stronger than before. Disability is not something to be overcome; it demands respect and accommodation. It demands love.
It's difficult to ground teaching practice in Disability Justice when so much of the educational system is antithetical to those values. Still, I try, and I am very open with my students about that. Things are a bit easier as a mentor. My first-year college students are able to comprehend more quickly the tenets of DJ, and we can meet outside of the crushing pressures of the educational system.
Does chocolate cause migraines? Can it help them? Should you ever eat chocolate again? These questions haunt many of us who have migraines, as well as those wanting to learn more. Using my own experiences, chats I've had with others, and information from the scientific review I just linked, let's explore.
Rachel's post is full of resources, ideas, and tools to keep yourself steady in the next few years and beyond. Below is an excerpt, from an email to friends which they quote in the post. If you want to read the full thing, click the button after the excerpt.
Just as an adrenaline-filled moment wrestling with a friend was my first queer awakening, Care vs. Cure was my first true disabled awakening. All at once, I learned what Disability Studies was and became confident that I belonged in it. But it was Disability Justice that made me realize that disability is a political identity as well.
This list is simply five of my favorite disabled characters across different media. Not the absolute best representation, or most reviewed, or anything else. Just my personal favorites.
Bringing the realm of disability into the intimacy space can only make it messier. Disabled lives are messy. Physically, spiritually, emotionally, relationally. Thus, disabled intimacy is always messy. But that doesn't mean it can't feel really, really good.
Walking with a cane is not as simple as picking it up and going on your way. It requires a period of adjustment to find your rhythm, learning to synchronize your muscles with the workings of metal and rubber. Yet, no one talks about this. So here are a few ways you shouldn't use a cane.
Crip time gives me a space for that. In crip time, I am not tied to being 22 years old. I am not too young or too old for my impairments. There are no necessary qualifications to accept the validity of my crip-ness.