You get up in the morning and go about your routine. The neighbor across the street stands at the window and watches you reaching down from your wheelchair with your grabbing tool to pick up the paper.
Your social worker comes for her annual visit, and you crip up: your limp is more pronounced as you open the door for her, you are not even thinking about it, but you somehow seem to modulate how you reach across the table when you sit down to review your service hours.
You need your psych meds, and the insurance company will not cover the prescription you researched long and hard on the survivor message boards online. So you work to emphasize side effects, using your sophisticated understanding of the working of various medications to influence your doctor to argue for what you know you need.
These three episodes are all disability performances: …