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DISABILITY
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t has been a little over a year since the government hospital This perpetual sense of being different was intensified by the
in my district issued a disability certificate to me. According growing conflict between my inner sense of gender and the
to it, I have locomotive disability, permanent, 40%, with sex I was assigned at birth. I felt different from my friends.
a case of spastic cerebral palsy diplegia GMFS (gross motor So, to fit in, I learnt to project a fake sense of self to them. I
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DISABILITY
was trying to understand what I was feeling, and, in the lay my inner conflict to rest. The process of accepting my
process, I had to suppress my sexuality and my true gender physical self began that day.
expression, just to avoid the increased hardship and margin- The reasons for going to the hospital for the third time
alisation that I knew would come with it. were very complex. Many of my friends and relatives had
My disability manifests in a very ambiguous way—I can suggested that I should apply for a disability certificate be-
walk, I can run (slowly) and I'm not dependent on anybody cause it would make me eligible for reservation in govern-
for basic physical activity. Because my legs are weaker than ment jobs, and concessions on train and bus ticket fares. Ac-
normal, I walk differently—“abnormally” as they call it. My cess to these benefits aside, a major reason for me to apply for
legs don't stretch fully straight while walking. I have to step this certificate has been more of a personal one—it was an
on to a footrest to climb onto the backseat of a bike. I learnt attempt to overcome my inner conflict and the dilemma of
to ride a bicycle much later than others—only after finishing accepting myself as the way I am. I see this as the beginning
graduation, and with several minor injuries in the process. of accepting a part of myself in a way. Now that it's been over
Since the time I can remember, I have always been inde- a year since this certificate was issued to me, I feel closer to
pendent in a physical sense—I can do almost all the basic myself and can see this world a little differently.
things like anyone else. The way society behaves with and
Prashant Bhaware (bhawareprashant@gmail.com) is a student of law who also works as
treats persons with disability is insensitive and heartbreaking.
monitoring and evaluation specialist in the Water and Sanitation Department of
Experiencing this same insensitivity and humiliation first-hand, Yavatmal Zilla Parishad. He is a non-binary genderqueer person, and writes on social
I began to resist and reject the idea, both inside and outside justice from an anti-caste perspective.
myself, that I am a person with disability. This led to a dilemma
in my mind, a conflict—am I a person with disability or not?
Despite facing the humiliation and discrimination that
persons with disability face, the sense of being independent
and bodily free stopped me from accepting myself as a per-
son with disability. I hated using the terms apang, handi-
capped, kamzor, divyang for myself, and the internal conflict
has stayed with me.
In all these years, I have gone thrice to the government
district hospital to get a disability certificate for myself. The
first time, I was taken to the hospital by my uncle, along with
my mother, when I was around 10 years old. But the doctor
had said that I was “normal.” The second time, I went to the
hospital again with all the documentary evidence, photos
and an application. I remember this experience very well as I
was in the first year of college. It took six or seven hours that
day in the hospital, where they did a few blood tests, made
me walk, asked me to sit down and stand up, observed me,
and checked the x-ray of my hip. Finally, they declared that I
was not a person with disability, and therefore, such a certifi-
cate could not be issued. My application was rejected. But
what of my lived experience?
These experiences intensified my inner conflict. The ques-
tion was still the same—am I a person with disability or not?
If not, as reiterated by the healthcare system, why did I have
to miss all those outdoor games? Why do I always have to
face the humiliation of people staring at me with uncharita-
ble looks on their faces when they see me walking, daily? If it
is because of my disability, why had the issuing authority
rejected my application?
Finally, the third time, I went all by myself. As usual, the
doctor made me walk, sit down and stand up—and the
certificate was issued on the same day! I called my mother,
my sister, and my uncle immediately to share this news. It
was a strange emotion. I was neither happy nor sad about it.
But it meant so much to me at that moment. Finally, I could
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