Separate, but not equal. We, the disabled, still have to struggle to find a place in this world. Because the world is not made for us, and we shake up people’s foundations of what should be. We live in stigma and silence.
History does not speak kindly of how those with disabilities were treated. Shunned, outcast, killed at birth, shunted into different schools. Not a part of the normal everyday world. A story that not only lacks justice, but also mercy. We live in stigma and silence.
Not speaking of something, a people can pretend it doesn’t exist. Lack of acknowledgment denotes lack of existence. What does not exist can not touch a person, can not affect them. Then one does not have to fear becoming like them, because they are not real. We live in stigma and silence.
I myself have struggled with speaking up about my fibromyalgia, my Interstitial Cystitis, my ADHD, my depression. I do have to fight with shame when I ask for reasonable accommodations. I consider myself to be an intelligent rational person, and I see no shame when I think of others asking for these accommodations, in fact, it is my job to help students get them. So why do I feel that way? Because we live in STIGMA and SILENCE.