Writing Disability and Immigration from a Place of Wholeness, a guest post by Natalia Sylvester

I remember the first time someone told me my identity was “exotic” and checked “all the boxes.” More than 10 years ago, over fries and a milkshake at a diner after I’d attended a book reading, a fellow writer told me they were jealous of me and wished their own life as a white, cis, heterosexual and non-disabled person wasn’t so “boring.”

This comment that so thoughtlessly attempted to sum up my existence has haunted me for years. Not because I’m ashamed of who I am—I’m a disabled, Latina, immigrant, amongst so many other things. But there was a time when I didn’t see myself as a real and whole enough person to write about.