Did you know July is Disability Pride Month? It’s to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the passing of the Americans With Disabilities Act.
I had no idea. You probably didn’t either.
“Disability pride” has been defined as accepting and honoring each person’s uniqueness and seeing it as a natural and beautiful part of human diversity.
I’m pretty sure not too long ago I would have run screaming from this idea. That “pride” and “disability” could co-exist in the same sentence. Because of my own shame. About MY disability.
Yes. I have a disability. Whew. That’s still a little hard to write. I lived in denial for so long.
It was sort of like my own little “Emperor’s New Clothes” – everyone else could see it because I’ve always had a pretty severe limp. I, on the other hand, was shocked anew every time I saw my reflection — not because I was so secure in my identity that it didn’t matter to me – but because I had so effectively disconnected myself from my body.
Consequently, it was like a fresh stab to my heart every time I saw myself in a mirror, store window or video. I was overcome with disgust, assuming that’s how everyone else felt when they saw me too; and, it would take me days or weeks to work my way back to denial and face the world again. So, I avoided mirrors and focused on being “worthy” in other ways (which of were all about performance and status and not in the least fulfilling, real or lasting).
It’s been years since that was the case. Thanks to self-work, God, and the support of many amazing people along the way, I am SOARing*. With a limp 🙂
You may have a limp too. But yours may not be as visible. What I know today is that my “limp” was not the way I walked. What limited me was not the hip dysplasia from birth. It was my belief about myself in the midst. My own mind was what limited me. Does yours?
Your worth and calling are so much greater and more beautiful than anything you could imagine.
If you have a hard time believing this, your mind is limpiting you!
If you need help discovering this, please reach out. If not to me, then to God. Or a friend you trust. Be honest with your pain and your desire. To SOAR, we must start with SUPPORT.
*I’m working on a book (yes…still…It WILL happen by gosh!) called “It’s Never Too Late to Soar” – a 4-Step process to help you lead, live and love out of your true identity. Stating it here is a bit of public accountability to keep at it. 🙂