The Gap: A disabling breed of privilege, and also an escape, and also a product of internalizing ableist discourses and leading with shame-of, instead of pride. Sometimes I go there willingly, too afraid to go anywhere else. At other times I feel as though I’ve been forcefully removed.
I consider the question of passing.
I pass and then those times where I don’t, I hide in the gap. The gap is both oppressive and a place of refuge.