Earlier today, I was telling a story about how I rejected calling myself disabled for a long time. As fate would have it, The Mighty newsletter featured a post called, “When I Started Calling Myself Disabled.” Floored and completely interested, I read Holly Abel’s words. We had different stories, but two things were similar and they really stood out: The word “disabled” didn’t feel like it was our word, and finding and confirming her identity gave her strength.
YES! I literally almost screamed. Holly didn’t really elaborate on what either of those things meant, but for me, I instantly returned to being a 10-year-old girl isolated in a classroom. My peers were supposed to be my equals and yet I felt as if I were standing on the edge of a cliff. My classmates socialized with ease, but I felt like interacting with them would push me off the cliff into the icy water. It was that intense for me. I didn’t want to be disabled, I wanted to be “normal.” I would tell people I had cerebral palsy, and I could even explain it, if I had to, just to avoid using the word “disabled.”
I, like Holly, believed that if I identified with that term then all the hopes and dreams I had for myself would be impossible. (I remember clearly feeling like this as a 10-year-old!) I didn’t start finding myself until college. High school was difficult and I just did what I could to get through. Around my second year of college, I started to really share my life online. I wrote about everything ― and, to my surprise, people related to it. They understood me and embraced me! It was so exciting and it gave me so much confidence. I even started being paid. I was basically living my dream.
Still, “disabled” didn’t feel like MY word. In fact, it wasn’t until I had found the community full of disabled people who were, in a lot of ways, just like me. Before, I didn’t want to be disabled because I didn’t want to lose my dreams, and now that I had them, I felt like I was too lucky to be disabled. I found incredible love, acceptance, and strength logging onto the #Spoonie, #ChronicLife, and #SpoonieProblems hashtags on Twitter. Engaging in the discussions there, I made friends, I found support, and it ultimately helped me find my voice.
Honestly, Twitter helped me embrace my identity as a disabled person. I am a proud Spoonie. And that is why you should start calling yourself disabled. There is so much power in finding your identity. Finding and accepting myself brought such a comfort to me, I finally felt as though I could live within my body ― and I started to pay attention to how I treat it.
Every day is a work in progress. There is nothing wrong with accepting and embracing yourself, no matter who you are. Loving yourself is the best practice of self-care.
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