Disability Representation memories, and Reflections.

🌟 Disability Representation Throwback — What Really Stuck With Me 🌟

This morning’s response to my posts has really touched me. I’ve been thinking about how powerful it is when people see you—really see you—for who you are. And for me, a lot of that started with something unexpected: Sesame Street.

As a blind person, I didn’t always feel represented growing up. But on Sesame Street, I saw people like Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder—two blind musicians who showed up with pride, joy, and talent. I saw kids with cerebral palsy and Down syndrome, a little girl who used sign language, even Big Bird learning how to talk to a child with autism. And it wasn’t just the guest stars—it was the grownups on the show who took the time to learn how to include disabled people, to speak with kindness and understanding.

That left an imprint on me.
It made me feel like maybe—just maybe—I belonged, too.

I remember characters like Mr. Johnson at Charlie's Restaurant getting overwhelmed and passing out when Grover messed everything up. Or Bert fainting after one of Ernie’s wild ideas. It seemed silly back then, but now I realize it was a way of showing emotions we all deal with—especially people with disabilities. The frustration. The sensory overload. The feeling of not being heard.

Later in life, I saw a movie about a blind man who got around with the help of a teenager. As the story went on, that man started to feel low and angry—not because of his blindness, but because of how the world treated him. That part really hit me.

Because I’ve been there, too.
Not depressed—but angry.
Angry at being misunderstood. Angry at not being listened to. Angry at having to fight so hard just to be seen and respected. That movie told the truth in a way that stuck with me just as deeply as Sesame Street did when I was young.

That’s what disability representation means. It’s not just putting a disabled person on screen. It’s showing our feelings. Our frustrations. Our power. Our humanity.

So today, I just want to say thank you to everyone who’s been supporting me, reading my posts, and following along. Your likes, comments, and encouragement mean more than I can say.

And if you’ve ever felt unseen, unheard, or underestimated—I see you. You matter. Your story matters.

💛💬

#DisabilityRepresentation #MyStoryMatters #BlindAndProud #ThrowbackReflection #InclusionMatters #ThankYouForSeeingMe 

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