Iâm gutted by how many people Iâve watched turn disability into a punchline and how easily they mock the tools we use to move through a world that wasnât built for us.
If you donât need something, that doesnât make it âlazyâ. It makes you lucky.
If you donât see the point in it, that doesnât make it pointless. It means youâve never had to fight for basic access like itâs a privilege you have to earn.
And now? Now they want to erase us. Erase our resources. Erase the very things that let us function in society because apparently itâs âwokeâ to help people. Like giving disabled people equal footing is some trendy moral offense. Like compassion is a sin and accessibility is a joke.
Thatâs not just sad. Itâs DISGUSTING.
And the way people are trying to strip the disabled of the resources that let us get even close to ânormalâ? Itâs not ignorance anymore. Itâs erasure even when itâs quiet, calculated, and dressed up as âan opinion.â They want us smaller. Invisible. Manageable. Gone.
Listen: disability isnât a moral failure. Itâs not a character flaw. Itâs not something you can bully out of a body.
So hear me clearly: Iâm done playing polite about this. Iâm done swallowing rage so other people can stay comfortable. The next person who spits something cruel about disability⊠or mocks the tools that keep us alive and upright and present, should expect to be met. Not with silence. Not with a forced little smile. With more than just my voice, even if itâs sharp enough to leave a mark. And more than the truth, even when it doesnât flinch.
And if you think this will never be you, youâre gambling with a future that doesnât care about your confidence. It just takes one. One accident. One diagnosis. One virus. One bad day that for some reason doesnât seem to end. And suddenly youâre the one reaching for the very tools you used to sneer at⊠just to find out theyâre gone.
Because when they come for ours, theyâre rehearsing for yours.