The Affordable Care Act marked the first time in recent memory that I was able to receive comprehensive care for all of my chronic illnesses without worrying how I would pay for the doctor, the physical therapist, or (more worrisome) my medication. The relief I’ve felt at having that burden is palpable. The thought of having it taken away is terrifying.
I cannot march because it would fatigue me so badly that I’d be unable to function for days. It’s already a devastating fact that I should be applying for disability but cannot, since I have no one to support me while I wait. But I’m joining the march because people with disabilities may often have invisible illnesses, but that need not mean we are invisible ourselves.