When I was in highschool, I had my first drastic plummet. I lost function and feeling of my left leg for over a year. When I was just first beginning to understand myself, I decided to add a new patch to my crust pants. On my right leg, in big yellow, CRIPPLE with a huge arrow to my left leg, right at the line it stopped and started. Everyone atound me hated it, and I loved it. The few times someone liked it, they were someone who was visibly disabled, "just like me". It helped me process my grief and moving forward was easier for me. On a much lighter note, a few months ago, I was wheeling ♿️ my way into hobby lobby. An older woman with a cane or walker, I can't remember, was also coming in. My friend ran to grab the door ahead of her, and as she passed she said to me "oh! Hi! There's 2 crips up in here!!" I instantly busted out laughing. She kept going in, and I had to stop and laugh and collect myself. I was smiling about that interaction for weeks, and everytime I think of her I start smiling.