http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/21/opinion/sunday/becoming-disabled.html?emc=edit_th_20160821&nl=todaysheadlines&nlid=68991925&_r=0
Not long ago, a good friend of mine said something revealing to me: “I don’t think of you as disabled,” she confessed.
I
knew exactly what she meant; I didn’t think of myself as disabled until
a few decades ago, either, even though my two arms have been pretty
significantly asymmetrical and different from most everybody else’s my
whole life.
My
friend’s comment was meant as a compliment, but followed a familiar
logic — one that African-Americans have noted when their well-meaning
white friends have tried to erase the complications of racial identity
by saying, “I don’t think of you as black,” or when a man compliments a
woman by saying that he thinks of her as “just one of the guys.”
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I'm sure my friends don't consider me disabled, I'm always the last one at parties, never say no to any adventure.
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