I use to travel, a lot. Multiple times a year, different countries, long trips and short trips, all of which I did with relative ease. I started traveling at a very young age, the simplicity and near-comfort that I felt with the entire airport routine (regardless of my location) has been a part of my identity for most of my life. From being the one who knew all the tips and tricks for getting through different airports quickly to feeling elation at landing in every new city, I reveled in the energy and unexpected adventures of frequent travel. With my…
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Tagged ableism
Just a little movement
I didn’t realize that I was athletic until I got sick. Playing outside everyday and having sports integrated into my life was something I took for granted. I grew up in a rural place where there weren’t professional or academic sports teams. Everyone was just always outside doing activities. My dad grew up playing organized sports so our weekend, holiday, and after school activities always included tennis, volleyball, swimming, surfing, fishing, baseball, basketball, etc. As I grew older, my sports hobbies took a backseat to everything else. But, I could count on my athleticism to make me comfortable and useful…
You look great!
Living with partially or completely invisible illnesses can be an emotional rollercoaster. People are quick to assume everyone not in a chair or without a cane is able-bodied. On one hand, they don’t discriminate against you based on your unseen disability. On the other hand, they don’t give you empathy or the space that you may need to handle your body. When I take public transport, it has to be a high-energy day. I have been asked to standup so that someone mobile can take my seat. I have been jostled and rushed as everyone around me expects me to…
