Growing Up Before Disability Rights: My Story of Resilience and Hope

When I look back on my childhood, it’s hard to believe how much the world has changed for people with disabilities. Born long before comprehensive disability rights laws existed, I grew up navigating a world that too often saw my disability as a barrier rather than just a part of who I am. Today, I’m sharing my personal story—not just to shed light on the struggles, but to celebrate the resilience and hope that helped me along the way.

Living Without Accessibility: Everyday Challenges

In the era before the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) and similar laws, accessibility was rarely a consideration. My school had stairs everywhere and no ramps. There were no accessible bathrooms, and public transportation simply wasn’t an option for someone with mobility challenges like mine.

I remember feeling invisible. My teachers, though well-meaning, didn’t always know how to adapt lessons or activities. Field trips were a logistical nightmare. Social events happened in places I couldn’t reach. The world, it seemed, wasn’t built for kids like me.

Finding Community and Strength

Despite the physical barriers, I found strength in community. My family adapted as best they could—carrying me when necessary, advocating fiercely for my inclusion, and teaching me that my voice mattered even when society said otherwise.

I also learned early on the value of friendship. The people who took the time to understand my needs and include me, even if it meant extra effort, made all the difference. We created our own solutions—a makeshift ramp here, a study group at someone’s accessible home there. Each workaround was a small victory.

The Emotional Impact: Navigating Exclusion

The lack of disability rights wasn’t just about physical barriers. It was about feeling excluded and underestimated. I internalized doubts about my abilities because the world seemed to expect less from me. But over time, those doubts became fuel. I wanted to prove—to myself and the world—that I was more than my disability.

Watching Change Unfold

As I grew older, I witnessed the gradual emergence of disability rights laws. The passage of the ADA was a turning point. Suddenly, ramps appeared in public places, schools became more inclusive, and conversations about access and equality grew louder. For the first time, it felt like society was acknowledging our existence and our rights.

Why These Stories Matter

Sharing my story isn’t just about looking back; it’s about reminding us all why accessibility and inclusion matter. The progress we’ve made didn’t happen by accident—it happened because people spoke up, shared their stories, and demanded change.

If you’re growing up with a disability today, know that you stand on the shoulders of generations who fought for these rights. And if you’re an ally, keep listening, advocating, and championing inclusion. Together, we make sure no one is left behind.

Final Thoughts

My hope in sharing this personal journey is to inspire empathy and action. Disability rights are human rights, and every story—past and present—plays a part in building a more accessible, inclusive world.