Photo of a young person playing drums. The person's face is not visible, but they are positioned behind the drum set.

How My Parents Helped Me Find My Disabled Identity

I have always loved the way drums sound. During parades, my focus was always on the marchers with the snares; while at concerts my neck was perpetually craned as I struggled to see over the taller members of the crowd
Black and white photo of two people holding hands, one is an older person and one a younger person. The photo is focused just on the hands.

No, I’m Not the Patient: Caring for an Aging Parent When You’re Disabled and Everyone Thinks You’re the One Dying

Caring for an aging (or ill) parent or loved one is always complicated. That subtle shift that takes place over time— where the parent becomes the one being cared for, instead of the other way around. It’s a journey as…

VIDEO: New Disabled Parent Adventures in Advocacy

Happy Mother’s Day! Today is a day where we all celebrate our mothers. But did you know that parents with disabilities are far more at risk of losing custody of their children than non-disabled parents? Removal rates can be as…
A plate of tater tots with a dollop of ketchup.

As a Chronically Ill Mom, Even Tater Tots Are a Way to Show My Kids Love

My Nonnie was a gruff and funny woman who, even at Thanksgiving, put a huge slab of lasagna on our plates as an appetizer. Even with a turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, breaded cauliflower, oil and vinegar salad, pumpkin pie,…
Photo of Maggie Winston, a white woman with light pink hair and glasses, in between her two sons, both teenage.

I’m a Mom with a Disability. Here’s How I “Run the Show” in My Family.

I have several roles and identities that add a lot of meaning in my life. First and foremost, I LOVE being a woman. I like pink and sparkles and unicorns. I was raised by some incredibly fierce women: my mother,
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Disabled People Have the Right to Raise Children

I didn’t see many families like mine growing up. All my childhood friends’ parents had cars and could drive. My mom was visually impaired and had Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. She was the first person to teach me that I shouldn’t be

Engaging in Politics as a Disabled Person: an Interview with Carrie Ann Lucas

Across the country, people are energized and politically engaged in response to the current political climate. Before you know it, midterm elections will take place next year across the United States. During these elections, it’s important to remember that local
Young female-presenting, Asian-presenting child working on a drawing, with a female-presenting mother-figure sitting behind her, mostly not visible, guiding her hand.

Homeschooling Should Be an Option for Disabled Students, But Not the Only Option

When I was in middle school, I begged my mother to homeschool me. I was struggling with the curriculum — I needed to be more challenged and more accommodated at the same time — and I was being bullied by…
A series of three pictures, each with Alaina and her mother. In the first picture, they are playfully sticking their tongues out at the camera, and in the second two, they are smiling.

How Having a Disabled Mom Helped Shape My Identity as a Disabled Woman

I grew up with a disabled mom. It meant that we didn’t have a car, because my mom was visually impaired and couldn’t drive. We walked to the grocery store weekly, took the bus to doctor’s appointments and the mall,…