I talk a lot about the struggles I face living with disability. I especially don’t pull punches when I describe my symptoms, mostly because if I’d seen someone do the same I would have been diagnosed years sooner.
What I’ve talked less about are the upsides to living with my conditions. Because—surprise—there are
I think I’ve been hesitant to broach this subject for fear I’ll be seen as relishing my conditions. That people will think I’m enjoying “playing the victim”. What I didn’t realise, until very recently, is how essential disability pride is, not just as a survival mechanism, but also one that allows us to