Over the past five years, ‘disabled’ has become one of the hyphens in my identity. This is especially true at workplaces, where my disability has a direct impact on how I engage in professional spaces. As someone with a largely “invisible” disability, most people cannot tell that I am disabled. I walk around without my… Continue reading Disabled, and…
I was recently asked to speak at a conference on the work that an organisation I’m associated with is doing. The theme was ‘How effective communication strategies are needed to combat air pollution’ and I talked about the inclusion of marginalised voices in these spaces. It was a big deal for me because I’m not… Continue reading Disabled people don’t owe you an explanation
There’s an adage about how we learn who we truly are when faced with difficulty. Of course, there is truth in this, but we don’t really talk about the flip side; how we face a difficulty is determined by where we are in our lives at that point. This past year, I’ve often wondered about… Continue reading Mirrors, Meniere’s, Me…
It is 22:50 and I just found out that today is the International Day of Persons with Disabilities. I like to believe that I've been an ally, and studying in a school that had students who were neurodiverse helped. But, I'm certain that I've made many mistakes along the way - been ignorant, offended someone… Continue reading International Day of Persons with Disabilities
Okay, so maybe some amount of self-pity is inevitable. I’ve tried resisting it. In the initial days of experiencing this chronic disorder, I was overwhelmed by fear and anxiety of not knowing what was going on with my body; of losing control and truly wondering if I was dying. The effort it took to get… Continue reading Self-pity
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