by John - 7 February 2007
I don’t know why I haven’t considered this one more; I just haven’t
made the connection or been willing to admit it to myself but now it seems
more important in my development. As a kid of about 5 or 6 I wanted, really
wanted to have a cast and being very disappointed that I never broke a bone
and disappointed that I didin’t get a cast when a sibling accidently hurt
one of my fingers. Arm? Leg? Don’t remember which if it matters. Now, this
attitude that I had back then seems more BIID-like in retrospect. Or is it?
Casts probably look neat to a lot of kids; therefore, it might be a lot more
mundane than I imagine. Or was it a sign if incipient fascination with
disabilities and being disabled?
Wanting to be casted continues »
by Marie - 6 February 2007
I recently asked someone to draw comparisons between being transexual and being transabled. This someone has personal experience with both conditions. She kindly wrote the following entry.
A comparison between transsexuality and transableism continues »
by Sean -
There’s a knot in my stomach, an empty space, something missing. I go to bed, it’s there. I wake up, it’s there. Day after day after day after week, it’s there. It’s a constant longing, an interminable and endless ride.
There’s a knot in my stomach continues »
by Sean - 5 February 2007
Dear friend,
I started writing this letter a few days ago, but in the meantime, your situation has changed. I struggled with the decision to finish writing the letter, thinking perhaps it wasn’t worth it. But in the end, when all is said and done, I do want to tell you these things. Why am I opting for the medium of a "public" letter? Simply because I feel that some of what I say may benefit other transabled individuals struggling with similar issues.
To a dear friend continues »
by Sophie -
Sean asked me to write about some of my early memories in regards to my transabledness. My memories are memories that have emerged since I discovered my feelings were legitimate so some of them are still rather hazy.
Sophie’s somewhat “fuzzy” memories continues »