I screamed as loud as I could so they could testify to my agony, trying to cut through what Alex Haagaard describes as the “process of invisibilization mediated by the clinical gaze,” to demand the pain of my illness receive clinical recognition.

Havi Carel convinced us illness is the cry of the flesh.

There are the semi-self-inflicted scars that are a result of not seeing the value in myself, which, I have discovered, means that when others do, they take pieces of me for themselves. I overshare, not feelings as much as ideas and thoughts—and then someone whose life did not include getting fucked over to form them, presents them as their own.

and the final report recommended creating a separate offence of “compassionate homicide” with less severe penalty.

Marilynne Seguin, then executive director of DWD, was quoted in 1994 in the New York Times arguing that a ten-year sentence would be “quite unconscionable” given that “the Latimers had already lived under a sentence during the twelve years that Tracy was

One of the foundational elements of ableism is a fear of vulnerability, a desire to push away and ignore what reminds us of helplessness.

sensory economy”

I draw on my conversations with other disabled people to show how we can center one another even in our absence.

Every time we dimmed the lights or spoke in low voices, my family showed love for those with migraines. When my brother tiptoed down the stairs in the afternoon to grab a snack, avoiding all the squeaky spots, he left trails of love behind him. He would gently shut cabinet doors and creep back upstairs as I dozed on the living room couch, a napping