a lot of the pain in my life that doesn't come from ableism comes from people not being who I thought they were.(it's happened before and will happen again, both because my corner of the world is pretty small, and because I think it's awfully late in the game to pretend I'm a rugged individualist)
This also means the typical advice of either a. physical exercise or2. focus on things you know you control...is not very useful. Unfortunately.
Even if I were still more the questing type, self-help and spirituality books, despite their other flights of vision, such as thousands-year-old spirit guides and the like, tend to treat disability as the stitch in the rug that is dropped to show it's made by human hands...a sign of human frailty...a message from the universe that just says "Oops!" Which probably feels deep as hell if you haven't just spent twelve dollars (again) for a little perspective only to read that God, still, doesn't make junk or what-have-you.(if I fall for this again, it would be my fault, not theirs.) Would love to see a crip get her life together enough to write a self-help book. It is painfully clear that I will never be that person, however much I entertain myself with the thought of a Wire companion book and advice manual called, say "This Ain't Aruba, Bitch."
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