Disabled people are different, and not inferior, or a tool to make able-bodied people who have saviour complex feel good, or innocent angels to be babied.

 

How many disabled people wish that they were not disabled? Do their able-bodied families and friends wish for their disability to be cured, to vanish, to not exist in the first place? How much work, money, time, and resources have been put into assisting disabled people?

 

But just how many people would think about the voices of disabled people? How much frustration do they experience, about their conditions, the help they are receiving, the help that they are not getting, the identity crises, the loneliness and isolation, and the stigma?

 

In this chaotic society, able-bodied people are busy vocalising about activism, disabled rights, and dignity, as well as medicalised technologies, medical model of disability, person-first-language, and trying to find a cure for everything. But the utterance of ‘FIX THE SYSTEM, NOT ME’ from the disabled community is too often muffled.

 

Disabled people are people, like you, like me. But you would only see their disability, and not their frustration, sadness, anguish, and embarrassment, and just how the status quo of the system is doing them a bigger disservice than you can imagine, unless you actually step into their shoes, or sit in their seats.