You know why I care so much about disability as a civil rights issue? It isn’t just about my son. I also care about disability rights for an utterly selfish reason. Me. Yes, me. I’m not considered disabled, yet, I live with 100% certainty that I will experience disability in my lifetime.
Disability is just a matter of time.
I don’t want you to read that last line with the theme of Jaws playing in your mind. Maybe something more along the lines of Dvorak’s New World Symphony. Disability is a natural certainty of all human existence. I look around me, and don’t see disability as intrinsically negative, but rather something that shapes and defines our very existence in often beautiful ways. It is part of the package. The cycle of life and death is all shaped by difference, whether race, age, gender, sexuality, body type, or disability. That’s…
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