What do you do when your world gets turned upside down?
20 miles from me, thousands of people will be participating in the Women’s March on Washington. I admire every single one of them. My illnesses and disabilities bring with them some unfortunate limitations, and a march around a city in January with thousands of people goes beyond those limits. That is why I am so very grateful for this virtual march. It feels good to be able to be a part of something so amazing when normally I would be left out. I’m particularly excited about the intersectional nature of this march, and I’ve never been more comfortable identifying as disabled.
I am a woman. I am chronically ill and disabled. I am a survivor. I can claim those now. I am also white, which provides me with a privilege not everyone has. I don’t want to virtually march just for myself. I believe black lives matter, women’s right are human rights, no human is illegal, science is real, love is love, kindness is everything, and, as a woman I greatly admire said just a few months ago, that we should never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it. What’s happening now is not right. Let’s change it.