An Invisible Disability is not an Invisible Person

Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond

I don’t think I’ve been discriminated against for my “invisible” disability because I hide it. But surely my hiding is based on a fear that others won’t accept me. Essentially I can cross the border between invisible and visible just by use of a prop—one of many canes. Even that remark should alert you—or me perhaps—to the fact that I haven’t been able to walk unaided on certain days and on certain terrain for over twenty years. But I pretend this isn’t the case. And that is how I’ve collected the canes—many of them have been bought in an emergency when I couldn’t navigate snow or keep standing. Now at least that level of denial is past. I have a cane in my office, one in my car, one in the bedroom, one in the living room, and one ready for any suitcase or purse.
In the past six months…

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