Disability is Normal

One of the biggest hoops that the disabled and their caregivers have to hop through in the Indian landscape is the obsession for perfection. Since the time of our adoption, I have met several who have indicated this subconscious obsession, unbeknownst to themselves, one way or another.

Thank you for not aborting

Everyday until his birthday, my son counts down the numbers on the calendar. His excitement knows no bounds. “When is my birthday coming?”, he would ask with bated breath. It seemed as if the only other day that would surpass that excitement in our home was the Lord’s second coming! His 8th birthday was probablyContinue reading “Thank you for not aborting”

Disability is a heart issue

I come from a country where someone sitting on a wheelchair is necessarily perceived as lower than the one standing. Literally, figuarately, socio-economically, whatever. He has no name, no significance, no identity save in that rusty wheelchair. He has already been written off as a loser, unfit for anything good. Some poor soul has to push his wheelchair and his life forward. Therefore ( and therefore ), someone walking by looks down upon him with pity. Poor loser. Almost instantly all of the beholder’s communicative devices begin to shrink and sink low. Eyes droop, smiles dip, heads hang low almost in shame for someone else’s estate.

I know that feeling. I used to do exactly the same. Until God took away a crib and placed a wheelchair into my arms