I want to encourage everyone to love themselves. In order to love ourselves and our lives with disabilities, we need to understand our disabilities and how to work with them, not against them. Even though you see your disability as a weakness, it should be one of your best friends. You are going to be companions for life. Even the best roommates sometimes quarrel, but you work through the challenges.- Marie W.O.W.C.P.
If someone had asked me years ago how to describe my disability and the challenges that it gave me, I would have said it was the one part of me that I wished I could get rid of. If you asked me today what I would say about my disability, I would say it is the one thing that empowers me. So what happened between then and now?
To understand and appreciate who I am, I had to go through a self-reflection and self-respect journey, which ultimately brought me self-confidence, self-compassion, and self-love. Three things that I thought I already had, but I didn’t. I wasn’t even close. It took me ten years to determine what I needed and wanted. It took me ten years to realize what life wanted from me. It took me ten years to realize that the one thing I saw as a weakness in my mind, body, and life was the one thing that was my greatest strength and empowerment in my life.
From the moment I was born, my body challenged me, but what showed on the outside to the world wasn’t what I felt on the inside. What I felt on the inside was fear, imperfections, and the sense that I couldn’t be more than what my body showed the world. What I didn’t realize was that I was showing internalized ableism.
Internalized ableism was challenging for me to understand and grow out of. (I have explained what internalized ableism is in a past blog post. So I won’t get into it. Please feel free to go back and read it if you want to know what it means.) I had to tear myself apart to build myself up again. I was feeding myself all the negativity that others were feeding me, and after a while, I started feeling and thinking I was all those things. I also added more to it because I was afraid of going near others who had disabilities. Most of all, I was scared of being with others with cerebral palsy. It was a hard pill to swallow when all I wanted was for others to see me without a disability, but then I was doing what others were doing, too, and I was only seeing disabilities in others.
I always felt as if I was superior to the cerebral palsy community. I felt like I was in three parts: the woman side of me wanted so badly to be on the same page as other women her age, such as wanting a job and family. There was the Cerebral Palsy side of me that I feared would overshadow me, even though I didn’t know who I was at the same time. And lastly, there was me, who I thought I knew I was. I felt I could be like everyone else and have everything I wanted. It sounds silly, but I felt that if I didn’t see myself as a “disabled person,” then I wasn’t one. I knew what I wanted and what I was capable of, and it was always hard when other people brought me back down to reality by seeing my disability instead of the version I saw.
It wasn’t until I was alone during the pandemic that I had to reflect on who I was and wanted to be. Three months after the pandemic started, I could move into my apartment. This was my first time alone, and I didn’t expect it to be under these weird circumstances. My computer became my best friend. I found myself writing down all my thoughts and goals and reflecting on my feelings in the past.
Spending a year and a half with little contact with the world taught me my journey in life and how my challenges helped me become who I am today. By sharing all of this, I hope to inspire people to live in the moment and realize that we are a collection of our past, present, and even our dreams for the future. We can’t know who we are if we don’t spend time with ourselves, good and bad.
I invented an exercise that helped me. I sat in front of my mirror, and at first, it was about looking at the physical part of myself, but then I realized it was about looking inside myself. I needed to sort out my life like a crowded attic full of dusty boxes. I needed to unpack my life story to figure out what I needed to throw out or polish up and keep. Doing this helped me grow.
OUR BEAUTIFUL CHALLENGES 