Today is Blogging Against Disablism Day so I am going to participate by writing some of my thoughts, rambling as usual, about invisible disability and ‘passing’ as abled and issues with identifying as disabled when you, to use a much hated phrase, ‘look normal’. I ‘look fine’. I don’t currently use any mobility aids, though I have done in the past. I can easily ‘pass’ as abled and this sometimes makes me feel like I never quite fit in anywhere. I have been attacked in the past, see some of the lovely comments on this post for example, for not being disabled enough and told it’s insulting for me to claim the label and I have questioned referring to myself as ‘disabled'; partly over issues like this. I’m not mentally strong enough to cope with the antagonism so I’d rather be a wimp and avoid it. But according to the UK legal definition of disability, I am disabled. I live with chronic physical and mental illness (M.E/CFS and a chronic depressive disorder) that have a substantial impact on my ability to live my every day life. I feel that maybe some of my reluctance to use the term has been down to internalised disablism and trying to convince myself that I won’t be ill for ever and one day I’ll be ‘normal’ again. At the time of writing I have been ill for the best part of twenty years, the majority of my life, so I’m not quite convinced of the temporary nature of things and have pretty much accepted that my chronic illnesses are a disability that will probably be with me for the rest of my life, though they may have good and bad patches. I also live with a lingering anxiety that I am seen as a ‘dirty scrounger’ or ‘malingerer’ or ‘work shy fraudster’. This has only increased in line with the governments attacks on disabled people and the benefits systems well as the media complicity in all of it. There is a general idea within society that ‘you can tell’ if someone is ill or disabled and those who ‘look fine’ are fine. There is a very narrow understanding of disability in society, which for the most part excludes invisible disability. Conditions such as depression (check), M.E (check), bad backs (I’m ok on that one so far) and other invisible disabilities are often used as journalistic shorthand for ‘faking it'; often accompanied by ‘scare quotes’. In the popular imagination of of modern Britain people with invisible disabilities are just ‘putting it on’ and waiting for a huge benefits cheque whilst we lounge around our mansions watching massive flat screen TVs, fabricating imaginary medical conditions to con the ‘tax payer’ out of money. It feels like I see two sides of disablism; I am privileged as I can appear abled so I am not subject to abuse for appearances and as I ‘look fine’ I hear things people wouldn’t say if they knew about my disabilities or if I was visibly disabled. Yet at the same time I face a different sort of prejudice from being invisibly disabled, one of disbelief. I look fine so I must be fine. I don’t need a ramp to access anywhere so everything’s ‘accessible’. I suppose it feels like I experience disablism from both an outsiders and insiders perspective, or from some muddled area in-between.



  1. I believe we all carry some internalized prejudice against Disability. Societal forces also work hard to divide, isolate, and conquer. When we fight over who is disabled,we are all wounded and we all lose.

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