My Disability is Manufactured
<p>I am in line to board a plane and there is a teen girl behind me listening to TikToks on speakerphone, the volume at full blast. An actor-turned-content creator is on the screen, reenacting how her husband empties the dishwasher. Upbeat, comical music plays with crashing and banging sound effects and distant yelling. Each low fidelity buzz of audio is a knife under my skin.</p>
<p>The teen girl grows bored and flicks to the next video. <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@juleseybee/video/7308159902915054891" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Two women in leggings walk down an alley, eating corn from a can</a>, talking about their early years of drug addiction recovery and laughing about being “gay for the stay” at rehab. It’s the kind of content I normally would like, but only being able to parse stray fragments of the sound amongst the chaos of human noise and movement around me makes it only an additional torment.</p>
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