I’m gutted by how many people I’ve watched turn disability into a punchline and how easily they mock the tools we use to move through a world that wasn’t built for us.
If you don’t need something, that doesn’t make it “lazy”. It makes you lucky.
If you don’t see the point in it, that doesn’t make it pointless. It means you’ve never had to fight for basic access like it’s a privilege you have to earn.
And now? Now they want to erase us. Erase our resources. Erase the very things that let us function in society because apparently it’s “woke” to help people. Like giving disabled people equal footing is some trendy moral offense. Like compassion is a sin and accessibility is a joke.
That’s not just sad. It’s DISGUSTING.
And the way people are trying to strip the disabled of the resources that let us get even close to “normal”? It’s not ignorance anymore. It’s erasure even when it’s quiet, calculated, and dressed up as “an opinion.” They want us smaller. Invisible. Manageable. Gone.
Listen: disability isn’t a moral failure. It’s not a character flaw. It’s not something you can bully out of a body.
So hear me clearly: I’m done playing polite about this. I’m done swallowing rage so other people can stay comfortable. The next person who spits something cruel about disability… or mocks the tools that keep us alive and upright and present, should expect to be met. Not with silence. Not with a forced little smile. With more than just my voice, even if it’s sharp enough to leave a mark. And more than the truth, even when it doesn’t flinch.
And if you think this will never be you, you’re gambling with a future that doesn’t care about your confidence. It just takes one. One accident. One diagnosis. One virus. One bad day that for some reason doesn’t seem to end. And suddenly you’re the one reaching for the very tools you used to sneer at… just to find out they’re gone.
Because when they come for ours, they’re rehearsing for yours.