“You’re so young and pretty. You don’t need all these medications.”
My pharmacist, every time I pick up the prescriptions that keep me out of the ER. I’m a young disabled woman.
I wish I could bring my dog out to eat with me!
Teenage girl and mother to me at a Chinese restaurant; I’m a 23 year old male with a service dog.
You don’t look disabled…
A high school classmate in diversity class said this to me in a discussion about disabilities. I have an emotional disability. It made me feel upset and shocked.
No one really needs to study that!
My aunt, to me after I told her I was taking a couple disability studies courses in University this year. I felt like my experience as a disabled person has no value and that there is nothing anyone could gain from learning about the social oppression of disabled people in a society that is supposed to be “equal.”
Life only gets harder. Get over it.
My college guidance counselor who I was sent to after the disability center said they couldn’t help me. I have Severe Reoccurring Major Depression, Generalized Anxiety, PTSD, ADHD, and Borderline Personality Disorder. I can’t just get over it.
I informed some of my friends that I get extended time on a high school final because of a mild learning disability that I have struggled with for my entire life. They proceeded to tell me that I am “lucky” for having extended time, that they are “jealous” that they do not also get it or that it’s “not fair” that I have that privilege when most students don’t. I felt misunderstood, embarrassed, and alone.
I worked as a data entry clerk which required me to type. I type one-handed because I’m hemiplegic.
A coworker broke her arm and was on sick leave for several weeks. When she returned, she was only doing non-computer related tasks. One day she cornered me in the bathroom and told me how sorry she was for me. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like for me, since she knew she was useless without the use of both hands.
A man at a party recently asked me if I carry my cane for fashion purposes, then grilled me about my medical condition after I said no. I’m a 27 year old woman with a neurological condition that causes pain in my legs, and my cane is the aluminum/rubber sort one would find at a pharmacy. Made me feel confused, humiliated, misunderstood.
I found some sort of comedy club called Tourettes Without Regrets. As far as I can tell, it has nothing to do with actual Tourette’s. I feel as if the condition I suffer from daily as been completely co-opted and turned into a joke.