Being disabled at 21 is hard enough, but the nasty stares and judgment from complete strangers are, at times, worse than the actual struggles I experience.
I am an older, non-traditional Miami student who has been involved in class work for the past decade. About five or six years ago, a guest from Miami’s DEI department came to my class as a guest lecturer. This was the first time I had been exposed to the staff of Miami’s DEI department. Since many in this class were first years, my guess is that this was also a first-time exposure for many of my fellow students.