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"Old Pain I’m used to: the tightness in my hips when I don’t stretch in the morning, the pressure where my legs meet my back when I walk too far. It’s not that I don’t feel it; it’s just been there for so long that I know not to get nervous about it anymore. New Pain is where it gets scary because it stops having a name. I can’t immediately catalog it or diagnose it as benign. At best, disability allows you to create a tenuous peace with your body, and anytime it decides to violate that mutual agreement can be terrifying. You take the time to figure it out — what it likes and dislikes, where it functions best — and stick to that routine, until New Pain reminds you that you’re never quite going to have this figured out.” — Know Me Where It Hurts: Sex, Kink, and Cerebral Palsy

It's only part of a longer, quite excellent piece by a woman with Cerebral Palsy, but I related to this bit so strongly that I just had to take note of it.

This.

Very much this.

Via the Disability Fashion Project Tumblr blog.