Evolving Toward Becoming Visible
Doctors diagnosed me with cystic fibrosis (CF) at 18 months old and I recently turned 29. It’s safe to say I’ve never known a life without it.
Growing up, I became accustomed to treatments and pills, my life punctuated by responsibilities in the midst of childhood fun. Despite all that, I felt very much like a normal kid. I was aware of the differences between classmates and me, but I didn’t feel them particularly keenly. I just had something a little extra going on. Although I became resentful at times, especially as a teenager, I was generally OK with where I stood.
Like many CFers, I became familiar with PICC lines. I didn’t like the way people would stare, but I managed to have them during summer vacations. At other times, I covered them up with sweater sleeves. I did everything I could to emit the aura of a perfectly healthy human being. When hospitalized, I let only my closest friend see me. Others sometimes asked to see me, but I always said I was fine and didn’t want visitors.
In short, I didn’t live a very “visible” life withCF. People knew I had it, but I didn’t talk about it much. I was reluctant to do so even when pressed. Now that I’m entering my late 20s, things are changing.
There’s no defining moment I can point to that helped me build up to this. Rather, it was a confluence of factors that hit at the perfect time. I became more serious about my potential career as a science fiction writer, and with it came that quiet dissatisfaction of never reading about characters like me — characters with chronic illnesses or other disabilities. I wanted to see them, but I needed to be the one to put them out in the world, which meant I had to disclose my disease. People had to know what I was living and dealing with.
Another big part of my change was going on Social Security disability. I had to admit that I couldn’t work a full-time, traditional job even though I have a lot to offer the world. I had to be able to explain to new friends why I didn’t work despite my advanced degree.
The third influencing factor was that I started using a cane, albeit rarely and mostly at conventions or events where I know I will be standing for extended periods. Cystic fibrosis-related arthritis has been creeping up on me for years, and though Symdeko (tezacaftor/ivacaftor) has helped prevent many flare-ups, I find the act of standing still for hours at a time to be exceedingly painful. The cane helps alleviate that, but the cane is also a very visible marker of “other.”
It turns out there’s no real guide to becoming visibly disabled, and that goes double for doing so while still young and looking able-bodied. I’m learning to deal with the stares while walking with a cane in my 20s.
All this is to say: Hello. I’m Elizabeth. And this is the year I will become visible.
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