As a private person, I find it easier to have an invisible disability, despite the emotional toll of appearing “fine” while feeling far from it. For years, I was able to privately manage my symptoms, and I wasn’t constantly asked if I needed help, which allowed me my independence.
Words can hurt, especially labels. We can deny a label all we want, but terms like “disabled” will close many doors. What does it mean to be disabled, though? I find the term offensive because it implies I’m not capable, which is far from the truth. Do I live with…
If I asked a random person on the street if they think I have a disability, their answer would probably be no. However, one of the effects of my latest neuromyelitis optica (NMO) attack is that I do not entirely feel my legs. Additionally, I can’t walk long distances.
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