Laura Tellado
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June 24, 2016
Okay, I really, really didn’t want to have to do this. Don’t get me wrong– I think some people’s naiveté is so gosh darn cute! But lately, I’ve seen an onslaught of “disability is so-frickin’-inspiring” stories that have made me roll my eyes and, sometimes, want to log out of my computer for a while. So, whether you’re ready for it or not, here’s the truth– the brutal truth. Granted, some of it may upset you, but I’m okay with that. 1. I don’t cry myself to sleep at night, lamenting that I have spina bifida. I hate to break it to you, but most nights, I crash into bed and sleep, non-stop, for...
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November 1, 2012
Para español, haga clic aquí . This story originally appeared in the Espresso con leche blog . I remember a day eight years ago, in which I felt like I had my hands tied. I felt furious. Frustrated. Voiceless. Powerless. It was a day like today, eight years ago, Election Day in the United States, when Senator John Kerry was running against President George W. Bush. I was to turn 18 in exactly two weeks. And there was nothing I could do. However, I did do something. I did volunteer work with Mami, phone banking, knocking on doors, and attending events in my community. During the last general...
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November 1, 2012
For English, click here. Este blog se había publicado en Espresso con leche . Recuerdo un día hace ocho años en que me sentí como si tuviera las manos atadas. Me sentía furiosa. Frustrada. Sin voz. Sin poder. Era un día como hoy, hace ocho años, el día de la elección general en los Estados Unidos, cuando el senador John Kerry estaba corriendo en contra del Presidente George W. Bush. Sólo faltaban exactamente dos semanas para yo cumplir 18 años. Y no había nada que yo podía hacer. Sin embargo, sí hice algo– hice trabajo de voluntaria con Mami, haciendo llamadas (“phone banking,”) yendo de...
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July 7, 2011
Ever since I can remember (and long before then), I have relied on access to quality healthcare in order to not only have a good quality of life—but simply in order to keep living. My parents and I moved from Puerto Rico to Orlando Florida in 1990, when I was only three years old, so that I could have better health-related opportunities. They had just opened a clinic for children with Spina Bifida —the condition I live with and the No. 1 cause of paralysis in children—in the downtown Orlando area. I can’t recall a time during my life when my parents were unable to provide me with access to...
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