[Editor’s note: Jillian Day created 508Assist.org to help people all across the web make their sites accessible to individuals with disabilities. A close family member, who has a visual impairment, had trouble finding a dinner recipe online that he could read…
In this post, you will see how one woman with the disabilities of cerebral palsy and dyslexia made her life a reflection of her hopes and dreams. Being a person with cerebral palsy, I always wished and prayed to become…
[Editor’s note: Jillian Day created 508Assist.org to help people all across the web make their sites accessible to individuals with disabilities. A close family member, who has a visual impairment, had trouble finding a dinner recipe online that he could read…
This has been the story of my life. No matter how much effort I put into my work, I have been harassed, intimidated, and misused by authorities, outfaced and stared down by co-workers, and intimidated by their icy gaze. This…
I am writing this post to all my readers to let them know that if you want to live on your own, in your very own apartment or home, you can. Even if you are quadriplegic or paraplegic, you can…
I’d barely been born and already had to fight to remain alive. That was seven and a half decades ago. Although it seems like yesterday that it happened. Sometimes a lifetime of achievement can be reduced to symbols or markers,…
“I’m a sick, disabled person. I have been since I was born. Please feel sorry for me!” That is the image the world has been comfortable with, ever since I was an infant. But not me, and no one…
Did you know that Women’s History Month, also known as Women’s Contribution Month, is a month-long celebration of the women who have contributed to culture, history, and society? It grew out of a week-long exploration by dozens of children in…
I am going to tell you a story about myself that will blow you away. This actually happened to me fresh out of high school. I was only eighteen years old and still finding my voice. At that moment, I…
“I don’t want this surgery, Mommy.” In our home, sitting on our couch, I was only eight years old, but looking up into Mama’s compassionate eyes, I knew that, regardless of what the physicians wanted, I had to speak up…