Disability Visibility : First-Person Stories from the Twenty-first Century

by Alice Wong

As a marginalized disabled person I want it all: for all of us to remain as fixtures in our shared world views, for the spaces to do more than survive, and for our voices and presence to experience the indelible freedom that comes with being louder.

Crip time is time travel. Disability and illness have the power to extract us from linear, progressive time with its normative life stages and cast us into a wormhole of backward and forward acceleration, jerky stops and starts, tedious intervals and abrupt endings.

My coworkers, all passionate about serving people with disabilities, did not appreciate having a disabled coworker. Or supervisor, for that matter.