My journey to identifying as someone with a disabling chronic illness was fraught with internalized ableism. When my symptoms first became too bad to ignore, I beat myself up for not being able to live a “normal” life.
Don’t get me wrong, I still do this sometimes, especially when it comes to the amount of hours I am able to work. I also feel shame when others witness how my health affects me or during a flare-up when I have to let down my students.
Microaggressions This internalized ableism has only been compounded by the reactions, comments, and microaggressions proffered by those around me throughout the last decade.Read more on themighty.com