The fact that before anyone ever asks me my name they want to know what happened to me is absurd. This would ,in fact, be empowering if they wanted to know my story, my journey. However, what really happens when my amputation is the forefront of our conversation is that you begin to compartmentalize aspects of my identity by your standards. You deny me agency in establishing the very basic foundation of who I AM. In a way, you are trivializing the value of me as an entire human being, with her own name, thoughts, feelings, and ideas.
So before asking me what happened, please just ask me my name, or about how I’m doing, where I’m from– anything that make me feel like a person instead of a little cute nub attached to a person.
Then, we can talk about whatever.