Good Crip/Bad Crip!


Once upon a time I  was a good crip.

A good crip doesn’t get annoyed when strangers walk up and ask ‘what is wrong with you?’

Not hello. Not ‘nice day isn’t it? ‘  Just ‘what is wrong with you.’  They don’t really ask so much as they demand. Sometimes they put ‘do you mind if I ask’ in front but they mean it rhetorically. I know because of their reaction when I say yes.

A good crip ignores the two middle-aged, upper-middle class women sitting near her in the coffee shop pointing and sighing about how ‘ it’s just so tragic yet look at her sitting there having a coffee.’

Imagine that – why it’s almost like I’m a real person or something. 

A good crip apologizes to her friends for ruining their plans for the evening and nods understandingly at the woman standing on the step in the…

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Author: gimpunk

Born with MD; developed, osteoporosis, IBS, PTSD, depression. Sole caretaker of mother with aggressive Alzheimer's. Stereotypical millennial queer. Unpaid indie writer (Terminally Beautiful, Loath Letters, Accessible Love Stories) currently on a break, trying to stay out of a home.

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