I had accepted the label of disability long ago. So what was I running from? Acceptance. That was my pursuer. It's one thing to claim disability and fight for my rights and the rights of others; it is another thing entirely to devote myself to building a life that nurtures my bodymind, rather than operating in spite of it.
Tag: acceptance
"I'm not disabled," I said to myself. But doubt slowed my cursor as I went to close the email. Sure, my foot still hurt after months of physical therapy and consultation with a civilian doctor. And my migraines were nearly constant. Not to mention the mental health struggles. But I wasn't disabled, and this was a department for disabled students.
Ashton Rose 