So I’m medically rare.
I’m disabled.
I’m also a woman.
A Woman of Color.
And even more than that, I am HUMAN.
One of the first things others say to me when I introduce myself to someone new; is so
you’re disabled, or do you have cancer, because I see your port.
Why, yes, Sally, I am disabled, but did you know my name is Shieterrick? Did you know
I love music, God, and I’m in my thirties too?
It’s pretty impressive, ain’t it; oh, but wait, you forgot to see me and instead only saw
what riddles me, day, after day, after day.
There have been numerous times I have been identified as my illness and not as
Shieterrick is insane.
I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of being seen and not heard.
I am sick of being-
The fragile one.
The sick one.
The one only identified by the medical record number and a computer screen
scanned by a nurse in a medical setting.
Well, now you know.
