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He then said some of the most profound words I’ve ever heard.
“Then why does it matter that I called you one?”
He then said some of the most profound words I’ve ever heard.
“Then why does it matter that I called you one?”
Stunned, I stared at him. He then softened and asked me, “Are you a grilled cheese sandwich?”
Stunned, I stared at him. He then softened and asked me, “Are you a grilled cheese sandwich?”
Deeming us a burden is dehumanizing.
Deeming us a burden is dehumanizing.
For what it’s worth, I grew up with internalized ableism. It is a rampant way of thinking in our society.
For what it’s worth, I grew up with internalized ableism. It is a rampant way of thinking in our society.
My existence is not something to grieve over. I, a disabled person, am not a burden.
My existence is not something to grieve over. I, a disabled person, am not a burden.