On television, if there was a disability story it was usually a white person and the story was focused on the family “dealing” with their disabled family member. Everyone is familiar with the Queer, Gender Norm Challenging, badass Mexicana who painted the world around her and didn’t think twice what her peers thought of her or her art. But what a lot of people aren’t fully aware of was that she had many disabilities, ones which influenced everything she did in life along with influencing how myself and other disabled Latinas viewed themselves.
From the moment I was born and became aware of my identity, I knew I was a Disabled Latina.
I’m pretty sure my first words were Spina Bifida followed by “yo soy Boricua y Cubana”.