People see me asking for help. They see the mobility aid, the pause, the extra step I take. They think they get it. But most of the time, they don’t see the why.
Maybe my pain flares today. Maybe my joints scream when I stand. Maybe my brain is exhausted before my body even moves. Or maybe I’m navigating a world stacked against me — narrow paths, high counters, doors that won’t open.
Disability isn’t just one thing. It’s visible. Invisible. Obvious. Hidden. And it’s all real. The little victories, the unseen struggles, the tiny wins that make life possible — that’s the real story.
So yeah, I might need help. But that’s only a corner of my life. What’s behind it? That’s the part most people never notice.
Look closer. Listen. Ask. Understand.