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I knew I have...fuck what's the phrase. Ableist privilege? Words to that effect, anyway. Knew I have it. Thought I knew what that meant.

I was on the Alpine Slide and flipped my sled. (The 'slow down you idiot' signs they have umpty-dozen of? Are there for a fucking reason.) I'm missing half the skin from my right elbow to my t-shirt line, half the skin from halfway between my left wrist and elbow to my t-shirt line, and a quarter of the skin between my right hip and knee, and between the bandages and the scabs, I can't bend either arm enough to brush my own hair, nor my leg enough to get my own shoe on. And every bit that got scraped up hurts like hell. In other words, I am now experiencing a taste of what it's actually like to be mobility-impaired and to endure chronic pain.

I thought I knew what having ableist privilege means. I didn't. I really, really didn't.