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Five years of sadness, frustration, joy, and celebration.
Five years of how I keep being amazing.
Five years of becoming an advocate for myself and the disability community.
Five years of learning and unlearning what disabled means.
My disability anniversary also comes right on the heels ofDisability Pride Month, which is observed every July.
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Its time where we get to celebrate ourselves, our accomplishments, our determination, and our resilience.
It is a month where we get to see other people who may look or live like us.
However, there used to be a time when being disabled wasnt much of a celebration for me.
I never saw love stories of a disabled and non-disabled person on my TV or at the movie theater.
I didnt see the success story of a disabled CEO covered in my favorite magazines or news outlets.
Thats why I tried to avoid being seen as disabled.
To me, red meant not forever, and maybe, just maybe, I would get better.
When I finally had the blue placard in my hand, I cried.
It was at that moment I realized I was disabled.
And it was forever.
Self-empowerment was the path I took to cope with a new part of my intersectionality as Black disabled woman.
Telling friends, family, and followers that I was disabled became powerful.
I used it as a way to educate people with visible and invisible disabilities.
Disability Pride Month has come and gone.
Pride is something that we find through perseverance.
Stared at and misunderstood.
I am proud to be disabled.
I am proud to use my voice.
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