The problem is when you have to think about how you’re going to get to the door, it’s often hard to remember why you wanted to get to the door in the first place, let alone make any solid, sensible plans about what you’re going to do once you go through it.
That’s the way my days go lately, and I can’t wait for the back surgery so that getting out of the house to go to the library won’t be a major struggle anymore. But it occurred to me that this is how it is for a lot of people these days, and I don’t mean just people living with pain and disabilities. It’s a metaphor for life in a country where the definition of middle class has become “resigned to barely scraping by living from paycheck to paycheck because at least you have a paycheck!”
Some disability advocates object to using disabilities as metaphors. They argue that it emphasizes disability as weakness, other-ness, and even a failure of character. I can see it, but let’s say the metaphor isn’t disability. The metaphor is me and my specific struggle to get out the door to the library yesterday. A lot of people these days have to work so hard just to get to the door that they don’t have the leftover energy to think ahead and make plans about what to do about what’s on the other side of it, which is probably another long walk to another door.