I like to say I make magic. I’m joking but not joking.
I make magic because we are all unwell. My work builds from the foundation of what I call a pedagogy of unwellness: a disability justice recognition that we are all differentially unwell, that we are all unwell in different ways at different times in relation to enabling and disabling structures around us. Wellness as we’ve learned it, I’ve discovered, is something we’ve made up, an aspiration we are desperate to prove that we can achieve and then maintain.1 A yardstick to measure our failures. Because to not be well—to not be productive, to not achieve, to not be independent, to not pull your own weight, to need too much, to be a burden—is to fail as a person and then maybe we actually deserve all the pain we suffer. But if wellness isn’t the default, if...
