My partner has MS. She’s a member of the disability community. I’m not. She gets to talk about spoons. I don’t.
What this means in the simplest words I can find is: being a disabled-bodied person is a different experience from being an able-bodied person, regardless of other factors of race and class and so on. It’s different...Difference is, people: can we just acknowledge it and deal with it? And part of dealing means that sometimes you just stand back and give people space to be, to speak about what’s different for them, and to understand that you don’t necessarily get to be different that way too.