I guess we're here for a long time, not a good time

Our 24 hours are not the same. With adulting and aging alongside our respective daily health challenges, we are speeeent. We happen to inhabit a body (and/or mind) not free from dis-ease, and therefore our relationship with ourselves, time, and the world are forever changed. We have to share our time, waiting on others, waiting on ourselves, and waiting on the government to help us move.

In simpler terms: we’re forcibly moving at a much slower pace than everyone else but hey—at least we’re moving. We need extra time to perform a task and if everyone acknowledges Crip Time, it’ll allow us to gather our momentum to keep being here; one that respects and nurtures our individual needs while preparing and adapting to the unpredictability and inconsistency nature of our battles, including working around ableist barriers. 

Be patient with us, we’re a little tired. 🐌

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