Dunno where I was going with this but I found it in my notes…
Being disabled is sacred.
It’s as individual as a thumbprint.
As fluid as expressions of gender.
As singular as sex.
I won’t sit here and paint it as a penultimate existence a la monks subsisting on meditation alone in a mountain cave.
No. Being disabled – especially in an able bodied society that ignores, pities, is willing to sacrifice your life, silence your spirit and embeds in your psyche to do the same to your whole self at nearly every turn is an exercise in next level self preservation.
Some times, I have to fight me for Me.