This is one of those where my rating is less about amazing writing and more about learning something. I've read Far From the Tree, which had already helped me reframe disability in my head quite a bit, and this did even more. This is more powerful, of course, because it is a collection of essays by the people with disabilities rather than a book about them.

I don't think any of the essays mentioned this, but I have wondered if my uneducated sense of the value of a life with disability came from a very capitalist mindset. A focus on the "use" of a life as if that is the determining factor. I think that's something to deconstruct.

I would love to live in a world where we prioritized the care of people with disabilities or otherwise. If you need the care, you get it. And it's good care. I hate that that feels like a pipe dream!