Growing Up Fisher

Adventures in Low Vision

Living with a disability in America means that I’m well aware of being in a minority group and being sensitive to how said minority group is portrayed in the public. I can only speak for myself.

Context maps where we stand. If I was born in the 1800s instead of the 1900s, I probably would’ve died at birth. If I lived, I would’ve been visually impaired, leading to full blindness as a young adult. As a person with a visual impairment, I would’ve been a burden, someone to institutionalize–there was no hope for me. Centuries of tradition would mark my blindness as a curse for something me or my family had committed. I would be marginalized.

With the passage of the Americans with Disabilities Act in 1990, widespread changes started in America, but like most legislation, it doesn’t magically cure the problems it tries to address. My ignorance about living…

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