Sunday, February 16, 2014

"Fearfully, Wonderfully Made": No, I Don't Need You To "Heal" Me

I truly cannot make up some of the things that happen to me when I am just trying to go to school. This past week, as I was on my way back from class, a young man about my age stopped me, saying, “Can I ask you a question?”
Hoping it would be about the location of the vending machine, the time, or the date, I said yes. The young man proceeded to ask, “Why are you in a wheelchair?” Let me be clear, people with disabilities have no obligation to discuss how or why they came to be in a wheelchair in a random public place. It's actually pretty bizarre that most of the general population still thinks it's a fair question to ask a stranger. In fact, it was very tempting to tell him that I was in a wheelchair because my aide put me there this morning. But hoping I could give him a little educational moment for Valentine's Day, I proceeded to explain that I was in a wheelchair because cerebral palsy had damaged the portions of my brain responsible for voluntary movement among other things. Thinking that this was a far better Valentine's Day gift then a heart-shaped pizza or a box of assorted chocolates, I began to roll away.
But there was more. The young man replied that he believed one of the things God did for people like me was heal them. The continued prevalence of this line of thought is one of the things related to my disability that I struggle with the most. It remains so acceptable to challenge the wholeness of others based on the concept that my life must have less value because I can't walk. I do not think the young man's intentions were bad; in fact, they were very good. What disturbs me so is how readily a complete stranger summarized the quality of my life based on the ableist assumption that I need to be fixed. What disturbs me is how many people would see no problem with his quick assessment of what it must be like to be me. I believe in God, and further, I believe that a disabled person is not an accident or an error of judgment, but just another interpretation of God’s image. But this story is not about God, to tell you how to think about God, or even to challenge you if you don't believe in any God at all.
This story is to warn other people not to see me or anyone like me as a broken thing. This story is to show you that pity, stereotypes, and assumptions are not harmless things that inconvenience one person. Pity, stereotypes, and assumptions, repeated and spread billions of times over build up, and slowly, insidiously, create a whole society that does not see worth of anyone with a disability. The belief that I must lead a sad, tragic life builds systems that keep some and not others in a place of power. It keeps characters that look like me off the TV and out of the movie theater. It makes little girls and little boys seeking just one doll that resembles them come back with nothing. And when little girls and little boys with disabilities become the adults they ought to, it makes them wonder why the world just can't fathom that they could be happy.
They could be happy, with or without the ability to walk, or put on their own shirt, or jump up in the air. Those things say very little about the meaning of the life. Few people reflect on their lives and remember all the times they could tie their own shoes or go to the bathroom on their own. But they will remember their family and friends, they will remember the laughs they had, and perhaps most of all how others made them feel. All people deserve to feel like they were made with purpose, love, and dignity… “fearfully, wonderfully” made. Whether or not a person believes that he or she was created by God, I refuse to believe that anyone is made by mistake. Regardless of one's willingness or not to be seen as “created in the image of God”, we were all created in the image of something beautiful.
“All” does not exclude people with disabilities. With that thought in mind, I told the person matter-of-factly that I did not need to be healed. If he was created in the image of God, then why wasn't I? He looked a little stunned, and asked to pray for me anyway, this time not for healing, but to help me show other people that they too are created in the image of God. I may not have changed how he perceives me or anyone else who looks like me, but in the very least I changed the contents of his prayer to one based on the understanding that I am “OK” the way I was made.
To that young man, wherever you are, remember me when you consider what it means to live a good life. Remember that I feel lucky to be here, and I spend very little time imagining a life in which I can walk. Go heal broken things, broken things like attitudes, and misconceptions, and prejudice. Go heal a society that has starved some of acceptance, and don't waste time trying to fix things that are not in need of repairs.


  1. First of all, I'm sorry you experienced this, and thank you for sharing it.

    Second, I am not religious myself. I'm not quite and atheist, but close to it. However, I was brought up with a moderately religious background, so I'm not completely ignorant on the subject.

    While I wasn't there to see, I think that many people who do this to disabled people do not, in fact, mean well in the strictest sense. I think they think they mean well, but they actually do it for themselves. For some, it's probably like an itch that once in awhile they get to scratch, so they can't resist the opportunity. For others, it's part of a sort of play in which they are the hero and you are the rescued. Which means, of course, that you aren't a person, you are a character in a drama ... in the case of someone like this, a grand, cosmic drama!

    For what its worth I can remember having two Evangelical friends who told me two different things about this practice. One said that he'd been taught to seek out "opportunities" like this to "spread the good news". The other had been told the opposite, that if done carelessly, that Evangelism like this can do more harm than good.

  2. This is, unfortunately, a prevelant attitude in the Christian community. I have had too many similar experiences - once even being surrounded on the street and blocked from getting to my car by a group of teenage girls who wanted to "heal me". I wish I had your patience as I don't respond well to this at all. This can be so damaging to someone who may have low self esteem already. Gimps unite!

  3. This was a beautiful essay and very thought provoking. I loved hearing you speak it aloud in a room full of people. You have a powerful voice with a gentle and kind-hearted approach.

  4. Thank you everyone for your thoughtful comments! I hope we are ever closer to seeing people with disabilities in an accepting light regardless of our religious beliefs.