Disabled Country

If there was a country called disabled, I would be from there.

I live disabled culture, eat disabled food, make disabled love, cry disabled tears, climb disabled mountains and tell disabled stories.

If there was a country called disabled, then I am one of its citizens.

I came there at age 8. I tried to leave. Was encouraged by doctors to leave. I tried to surgically remove myself from disabled country but found myself, in the end, staying and living there.

If there was a country called disabled, I would always have to remind myself that I am from there. I often want to forget. I would have to remember...to remember.

In my life's journey I am making myself at home in my country.

—Neil Marcus

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Hi! I'm Julie Browne.

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