SCBWI Blog: CURES FOR LONELINESS: Writing & Illustrating Disability

Photo by C. S. Wild 2021 - Nighttime window with a reflection/ silhouette of a figure with hair in a loose bun, lamp and dressers from a living room, looking out on fading sunset, silhouette of trees and a barn. The moon looks like a small jewel or tear on the figure's face.

Photo by C. S. Wild 2021 – Nighttime window with a reflection/ silhouette of a figure with hair in a loose bun, lamp and dressers from a living room, looking out on fading sunset, silhouette of trees and a barn. The moon looks like a small jewel or tear on the figure’s face.

 

Becoming chronically ill with ME/CFS and POTS in 2018-19 radically changed my life and writing. Above all, it has brought isolation. What I’ve noticed from others with various disabilities is that isolation is common, whether from our disability or from prejudice and lack of accessibility. While most of our disabilities are not curable, loneliness is. One cure is to give kids more authentic disability books. Another is to create greater accessibility and inclusion for the disabled artists making those books.

 

For more, here’s my post for the Society of Children’s Writers and Illustrators:

SCBWI The Official Blog: Oct. 26, 2023 
CURES FOR LONELINESS: WRITING & ILLUSTRATING DISABILITY

 

RESOURCES (From the post)
 
For Disabled Creatives:
Illustrating More Diverse Aids/ Disabilities (Please!) and Manual Wheelchairs

Avoiding Ableist Tropes(Authors/ Illustrators)

Rare moment with friends! The author is being wheeled through the woods, over grass, in a reclining manual wheelchair with elevated foot rests, which I affectionately call The Franken-Chair. I have a big, silly, open-mouthed grin on my face. I've a blonde bob, blue hoodie, gray pants and rainbow socks. A smiling friend in a baseball cap and beard is pushing the chair; another man walks along side.

Rare moment with friends! The author is being wheeled through the woods, over grass, in a reclining manual wheelchair with elevated foot rests, which I affectionately call The Franken-Chair. I have a big, silly, open-mouthed grin on my face. I’ve a blonde bob, blue hoodie, gray pants and rainbow socks. A smiling friend in a baseball cap and beard is pushing the chair; another man walks along side.