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.