“All bodies are unique and essential. All bodies have strengths and needs that must be met. We are powerful, not despite the complexities of our bodies, but because of them. All bodies are confined by ability, race, gender, sexuality, class, nation state, religion, and more, and we cannot separate them.”
From “What is Disability Justice” (Adapted from Patty Berne’s “Disability Justice – A Working Draft”, Published in Skin, Tooth, and Bone: The Basis of Movement is Our People, A Disability Justice Primer, Second Edition.
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I assume that they see me as old and because I’m awkward and neurodivergent, socially inferior as a result. I want to fit in, I want to have things in common, age is an immediate visual differentiator. I assume that people look at me and instantly clock me as a guy who is in college but on older end. I don’t think I look 20. I assume that 20 year olds know the difference between them and myself. So before I’ve even talked to anyone, I already feel that I’m going to be older than everyone. The college demographic is 18-24, while there are older people, most of the students aren’t even 25. I don’t get a set of 100 kids my age to just flock to.
I mean my concern is being friends with someone and then catching feelings and then I find out how young they are, or they find out how old I am, and then we have to decide if we can mind the gap.
Idk, I guess the normal brain can just like, let things slide off it. I remember things. I’d love if I could magically forget everything, but I can’t.