Friday was Rare Disease Day. I thought for a moment or two about posting something on my “disease”, then forgot. So, here, belatedly, is my personal perspective as a person who has a “rare disease”.
One reason I forgot about Rare Disease Day is that I have never thought of my “condition” as a “disease.” Even before I consciously knew anything about the “Social Model” of disability, I tended to view my disability as something more like race or ethnicity than like cancer or malaria. I type that, and ask myself, “Really? Have you always felt that way, even as a child?” And I think about it, and I say yes. To me, even as a child, my disabilities felt like something that set me apart more socially than physically. Mind you, I rarely felt severely set apart. I have been very fortunate to have lived in a series of fairly welcoming communities. But, the social divide has, at least until recently, felt more significant than my physical differences.
That said, even my physical differences never felt to me like “disease”. They never felt like something from the outside that had attacked me, or something I could conceivably get rid of. That’s probably what I and lots of other disabled people mean when we say that our disabilities are “part of us.” It’s probably the most persuasive argument for why the language pendulum is swinging away from saying “people with disabilities”, back towards saying “disabled people”, at least for some of us.
At any rate, I have never, to this day, been able sustain any real interest in Arthrogyposis as a “disease”, a “condition” or whatever it should be called. I am very interested in how my spine curvature affects my lung capacity. I have strong and mixed feelings about how my body looks because of Arthrogryposis. I wish every day, frankly, that I could breathe more efficiently so I wasn’t so easily tired. It would be nice to have a bit more upper body strength. I don’t actually wish I were taller than 4’ 1” … my height is probably the part of my disabilities that bothers me the least … but I have to admit that I occasionally speculate on what it would be like to be, say, 5’ 5”. I am grateful that I am able to know enough about my disabilities to integrate them into a workable understanding, and that for a variety of reasons, I have never felt like my disabilities made me a lesser person.
The fact that all of these traits in me derive from a genetic condition called Arthrogryposis doesn’t interest me in the least. I know that a lot of people attach great importance to their “diagnosis”, and maybe I would, too if I didn’t have one. But as it is, my particular diagnosis means almost nothing to me. It’s the practical consequences that matter to me, and it’s always been that way for me as long as I can remember.
Of course, I can see how Arthrogryposis could be intrinsically interesting. The fact that it doesn’t interest me doesn’t mean it isn’t interesting. So, here’s a Wikipedia link to Arthrogryposis, which I, myself will read and see if I learn anything new.
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