On a recent road trip with my family, I saw something that made me cry happy tears. It brought back an unhappy but somehow empowering memory. It kind of felt like a full circle moment. I was there with my husband and my child remembering the kid that I was, and making a wish for the kids of today. I shared the photo, the memory, and my wish on the internet. It wasn’t a blog post. I didn’t do keyword…
OK, so. Who else is a little tired of having to point out that disabled people are regular people? That ‘special needs’ is outdated, and everyone has needs that are unique to them? That person-first language is wrong? That disabled people’s stories should be written by disabled writers themselves, and that disabled characters should be played by disabled actors? That the access inclusion seeker deal sounds like some video game quest? That disabled isn’t a bad word, and it’s OK…
