The Pressure to 'Perform' My Disability for Able-Bodied People


Within a month or so of my concussion, I had taken an official leave of absence from work. Several times a week, I would go to my local gym to work out, as moderate exercise was supposedly good for concussion recovery. Nothing too crazy, just 10 to 12 minutes on a stationary bike to start off. One of those days, when I was at the gym, my work called to ask me a work-related question they weren’t able to answer on their own. As I answered the phone, I became paranoid, worrying they would hear the background noise of the whirring machines and find out where I was. I feared that if they knew I was at the gym, they would think I was “faking” my disability: “If she’s well enough to work out, why isn’t she well enough to come in to work?” I imagined them saying. I panicked, and made up a lie that I was at the supermarket and that I would call them back in half an hour. Even that early into my concussion, I feared I wasn’t performing disability “correctly.”

I felt paranoid at the time, but I now realize this paranoia was rooted in a very sober reality: of able-bodied people not understanding the nuances and complexities of disability, and thus inadvertently putting disabled people in a position to act in ways that conform to this limited knowledge, so as to not arouse suspicion. From doctors who minimize disabled peoples’ conditions to disability case managers who send private investigators to follow them around to “see” if they are still disabled to family and friends who make offhand hurtful comments to even strangers who take it upon themselves to police disability in parking lots and on public transportation, the pressure for disabled people to “adequately” perform disability for able-bodied people is constant.

The longer I’ve been out on disability, the more I’ve internalized able-bodied skepticism: “Is she really still not better?” I imagine people gossiping, amidst snarky laughs. Every time I’m out with friends, or taking photos of nature, or just going about my life, I worry that people will take that as “evidence” that I’m just exaggerating or faking my pain. I feel a constant need to clarify on social media that just because I’m out in the world, doesn’t mean my chronic pain ceases to exist. And just because I’m doing an activity doesn’t mean it’s easy for me, or that I don’t have to carefully plan out my week and do a million things before, during, and after to make that activity possible.

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Image by Hana Shafi

Here’s what I wish people would know: Disability is diverse and complex, and a large fraction of the disabled community has invisible disabilities, which means you can’t determine disability through eyesight alone. It also means that if you are able-bodied and not a doctor, you have no authority whatsoever in qualifying disability or evaluating how disabled people should be living their lives (even though doctors, who are largely able-bodied, still have a looooong way to go in understanding and supporting chronic pain/illness patients).

So please, if you are able-bodied, don’t perpetuate this harmful practice of armchair diagnosis. And if you hear people gossiping about not believing someone’s really all that sick or unwell because they saw them do a Real Life Activity™ or Smile™ or whatever, please be an ally and stand up to that ignorant, ableist crock of BS.

Believe us and support us as we try to live our lives to the best of our abilities, amidst our innumerous obstacles and limitations. We, too, want to live meaningful and fulfilling lives, just like everyone else.

This blog was originally posted on Medium.


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