The Handicap Police

If I was a kid today, I would be labeled “disabled.” But when I was growing up, those labels did not really exist unless you had mobility issues or a handicap that anyone walking past you could see. But, my disability was invisible, so I lived in the luxury of both looking and being treated as “normal” by strangers and even acquaintances.  

In college, despite not having this designation, my file did have a record of my heart defect. As such, Junior year when I moved off campus and suddenly needed to fight for a parking space on a campus that did not have enough for all its students, my lifelong disabled mindset kicked in.

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