This is the essay my therapist doesn’t want me to write. I wish that I could say that I don’t understand her concerns, but I do. She fears that it would place in the foreground something that most people who come to know me see only as a small part of me. It’s never been what defines me, so why run the risk of letting that happen now? I imagine she wants to protect me from being typecast as disabled and likely the recipient of all the associated projections that I’ve worked for years ...
