These are lessons I have learned from sitting with the snow. Take from them what you will, and please, listen to the snow yourself. See what open secrets it imparts to you.
Tag: illness
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.
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.
Ashton Rose 