I am NOT A BURDEN.

I am NOT A BURDEN.

I am NOT A BURDEN.

Disabled people are

NOT A BURDEN.

having pride in oneself can be challenging in a world that says don’t be you. How can you have pride when you’re met with such odds and ignorance?

It’s AAPI Heritage Month…Food connects and opens people because food is very personal. It’s an offering, an extension of love and kinship. When we perceive something different, we inherently fear it first, but through food we can see another’s’ humanity—mirroring kinfolk archetypes who have loved us as children through food; reminding us of our moms, grandmas, sisters and the family who fed us. It breaks down walls and irrational fears.

It’s about inclusion, sure. But it’s also about fragmenting our thinking—changing collective thought and realizing the lack of including different minds and experiences restrict the possibilities of greater innovation in products and experience. It’s about understanding human centered capitalism can also be a profitable business model…

This is me.

When I’m finally tired of having no independence.

When I’m finally tired of dripping fatigue.

When I’m finally tired of unrelenting pain.

When I’m finally tired of losing everything I love.

This is me in bed with no one in the world knowing (or perceivably caring)…

Jason: “I just realized it’s completely normal to wipe your butt.”

Me: “It’s a privilege, don’t forget it.”

A window into our conversation while sitting and working at our desks the other day.

Every couple has to work together to find their rhythm and rhyme and we’re no different. But as someone who once wasn’t disabled and in typical able-bodied relationships, it’s no doubt that an interabled relationship has its differences including unique challenges and communication (necessary for any relationship but even more so for interabled).

An interabled relationship is not better or worse, just different…

While I advocate for disability, rare disease is another entire (very important) section that I could write a book on. It’s unique. We’re rare and often unseen and unheard — and it’s heartbreaking. A world of greed and profit centered capitalism says rare does not count as important as mainstream diseases and offers little profit in a multi-billion dollar sect of high profits in drugs + therapy. Except, combined, there's over 7,000 rare diseases worldwide — most of them genetic and difficult to diagnose. This affects up to 400 million worldwide.

It’s natural for me to put myself last. I’ve been this way since I was a child. This IS the real me. Because of my life experiences I can feel what others feel and innately look for the lonely, injustice and exploited. But there is also this other side that tells me it’s been a self worth issue; a thing I hear many adoptees experience…(Adoption Awareness Month)

I keep a private digital journal and one of my recent entries was about not wanting to see others out of fear I’d have nothing to offer but tears…

Thoughts of being a burden on your partner, a burden on society or loved ones, often streams through disabled minds including mine. Being different often makes one feel unworthy but this is amplified when it’s perpetuated by society...and they’ve been good at telling us how damaged and burdensome we are.

It’s been a difficult couple months, rather year, like it has for so many. I’ve had many deeply sad times. In the past few months everything that could happen has behind the veil of social media.

It is with deep sorrow I share that my father, Rodney Howard Redlawsk, passed away Sunday, January 31, 2021. He was a proud father of four children and grandfather of four grandchildren. We are postponing services for now but will notify you of our celebration plans in the near future (thinking this summer, outside event).

PSA: Disabled people like sex, we talk about sex and yesss we can have sexxx! When you find out you’re going to be disabled one of the first things you may think about is sex and dating. “How is this going to work?” is not a question specific to curious prying eyes from strangers yet also an internalized one that burns deep within you…

I’ve been pretty weak lately and it's discouraging. Maybe it’s heightened from the stress of all this division and misunderstanding and how this division permeates personal life and relationships but either way, it’s there — achingly reminding me with every little movement…

“... this lack of representation I literally thought I was white. In fact, I was stunned at a tender age of 11 when I finally realized I was Asian while looking back at myself in the mirror. And it was a weird mix of emotions... Lack of representation feeds everything...”