Growing up as an undiagnosed autistic girl, I had many “behaviors” that baffled my parents and medical professionals. Seemingly unprovoked meltdowns, ritualistic, repetitive movements, and episodes of compulsive self-injury were explained away as a part of puberty, or diagnosed as a litany of mental illnesses. Throughout the years I received poor treatment from doctors and
“You don’t look disabled,” a well-meaning colleague said. How do you respond to that? Say “thank you,” as if somehow you hit the jackpot that your disability was not immediately apparent? I opted not to extend false gratitude. Smiling, I replied: “What does someone with a disability look like?” My response flipped a small switch.
It’s easy for the able-bodied to take getting around for granted. Most people can drive, walk, or take public transportation with relative ease. Not so for many with disabilities. In light of Rooted in Rights’ #CrappyCurb campaign, I’d like to highlight one of the points I make whenever I speak: “Transportation is only as good as
I am lucky to have lived in Colorado my entire life, enjoying the 300 days of sunshine, outdoor adventures, laid-back vibe, and genuinely kind community members. But Colorado winters can be brutal, especially for people with mobility disabilities. When homeowners and business owners either do not shovel at all or fail to shovel an accessible
Employers in the legal field sign pledges to commit ourselves to promoting a just workplace with equal opportunity for advancement and recognition of the impact of implicit bias. We use “diversity” and “inclusion” as buzzwords. But what does all of this really mean? Are we doing everything we can to support full inclusion when the very
I live every day in the body of a femme queer crip. I am also a neurodivergent single mother with a learning disability. The many intersecting identities of crip people of color like myself are often met with multiple forms of discrimination in the workplace, including ableism, racism and xenophobia. The stigma we encounter as
National Disability Employment Awareness Month has a different feel for me this year because I recently accepted an offer for my first professional job as the new Project Manager for the CareerACCESS Program at the World Institute on Disability (WID). To accept this position means much to me well beyond the actual work I will be