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I Have Been Sick All My Life

A white woman on a gurney just outside the surgery recovery room. A white physician and a nurse are on either side of the stretcher, either talking with her or pushing the gurney. The photograph was taken at lower than eye level.

I am immunocompromised: Please Consider Me
This has been a really difficult and scary year for me.
And for so many of my friends and fellow disabled community members.
We have heard over and over that our lives don’t matter.
And now that there is a vaccine - the world wants to leave us behind.
We may be slightly more protected once vaccinated
However, we cannot let our collective guards down
I cannot suddenly say ‘yes’ to all these magic gatherings that people are planning
Not until there’s herd immunity
And even then, kidney disease does not have good Covid outcomes
And I am so angry
I feel scared

I am constantly remembering the fact that 
Eugenics actually began in America - the United States
The fact that Alexander Graham Bell wanted to eradicate the Deaf community
In the 1800s my people were systematically deprived of their language
And that is something that continues to TODAY
So excuse me if I am angry
If this year has made me so incredibly scared
That my partner has been carefully working from home all year
That they have done all the medication runs - which we couldn’t get delivered
And I have pretty much stayed inside
And I persist in wearing a mask outside even now
Because I cannot trust anyone
I have so many friends
Who have personal experience with devastating illness
And should know better
If you could reduce your risk of dying - as a well person - why wouldn’t you
Why must you deny the many many years of research
(Which my best friend does so I know how long it has gone on and how serious it is)

Why must you tell me that my life and the lives of others at high risk 
Do NOT matter to you?
And the worst part is
I already felt like my worth was nonexistent
I already struggled with suicidal ideation
I already believed that there was no space for me in the world
WHY must you confirm my fears?
And tell me that my life doesn’t matter to you?
Please please consider me and so many others like me
And please do your part to protect our lives.

This piece was written thanks to a monthly theme from Illuminate, a writing community from The Kindred Voice.

Read more pieces on VULNERABILITY from other Illuminate members:

Being Vulnerable With My Body by Hannah Kewley

Quitting Cold Turkey by Mia Sutton

To The Women Working in Male-Dominated Fields by Christi Jeane

Anxiety Hangover by Christine Carpenter

Butterfly Wings by Megan McCoy Dellecese

with love, eunice by Eunice Brownlee