i’ve been doing some intense cleaning and decluttering recently and i found a not i wrote to myself almost 10 years ago. the note says: “Has the injury happened yet? If so, how was it? If not, is it wanted?”
as a kid i was deeply obsessed by injuries and felt that i should use crutches. now as an adult, i am (cis)disabled and use forearm crutches. i feel like as a disabled person im supposed to hate every symptom and dread things getting worse, but i feel closer to the person im supposed to be. i kinda consider myself tris(dis)abled because of that, but im scared to admit that. there are ways i wish i was better, things i miss, and things i hate, but there’s this constant feeling of things being correct and that my younger self would be so happy to see us on crutches.
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