The First Grade Folding Chair Fiasco
<p>Having a disability means learning to make your way in a world that isn’t accessible.</p>
<p>From ages two to seven, I attended a specialized preschool for “crippled” children in a hospital. I spent most of the day in physical, speech, and occupational therapies to try to “fix” me, to make me like “normal” kids. Most of this therapy did nothing but make me think that I was not enough just being me.</p>
<p>Thankfully, I had the perfect parents who taught me to advocate for my needs and share my insights on modifying things to fit my abilities. Most importantly, working together to make my toys and other items at home accessible taught me early problem-solving skills.</p>
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