Some of my sick days were tied up with the unique pains of my body. At least once a month, my back and side would surge with raging nerve pain that flared every time I spoke or took a deep breath, let alone moved my whole body. Some of it was surely wrapped up in anxiety and depression. I felt like a glaring typo on the text of my high school, a clear outsider, the thing that did not belong. I’m certain there were others who felt this way, too; I just didn’t know how to see them yet. And of course, navigating through a world that doesn’t operate with your disabled body in mind is simply
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