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  • Carly Fox

From Ableist to Disabled

Before being diagnosed with juvenile idiopathic arthritis at 16, I was ableist. I

genuinely believed that “ableism” was just the newest term in the social justice warrior

toolkit and that disabled people were fully included and accepted in society. After all,

they had their parking spaces and ramps, so what more could they possibly want, right?

Sometimes, it feels as though my diagnosis was a swift serving of karma. Let me be

clear, disabilities are not a punishment or a consequence, but in my experience, they

can be fantastic learning opportunities. Able-bodied individuals often forget that

disabilities can occur instantly, and that, in the words of disability rights activist Imani

Barbarin, “[disabled people are] the only marginalized group that you can join at any


Having lived most of my life as an able-bodied person holding ableist views, learning

how to live with my new disability shattered my long-held perception of the world and

how I saw myself fit into it. And honestly? It probably serves me right.

I began to understand the physical, emotional, and social toll that disabilities often

bring with them, and how these profound changes often go unseen and unheard.

Having chosen to keep my new diagnosis to myself, those around me had no clue how

my disability began to impact my life - the same way that before my diagnosis, I didn’t

understand why ableism was such a big deal.

We can never truly understand what a person is going through until we go through it

ourselves. However, that isn’t a free pass to write off the experiences of marginalized

groups. Instead, we should uplift the perspectives and experiences of these individuals

and ask ourselves how we can become better allies to the communities we will never

personally be a part of.

And when it comes to the disability community, becoming our ally and working

against ableism could be in your self-interest. After all, you never know if you’ll be our

newest member.

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