Because I used a wheelchair, just one boy asked me to dance at prom. Thirty years later, our paths crossed again when he needed assistance.
Six months after a devastating car crash left me in a wheelchair, I went to prom expecting to be invisible. I wasn’t just afraid of being stared at—I was afraid of being erased while still physically present. Before the accident, my life had been ordinary in the most comforting way. I argued with my parents…