Pondering Questions of CMT and Identity

A friend and I surprised each other recently. I casually mentioned that I have Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). And she revealed that I had never previously brought up the subject. We have been friends for almost 10 years. In college, we spent many late nights together working on articles for the student newspaper. These days we meet up regularly with our mutual friends to eat out and geek out over the latest comic books or superhero movies. And I had, apparently, in all of our conversations over all of these years, never discussed my CMT with her.

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity this past week. The realization that I hadn’t shared information about my CMT with a close friend has made me think about how my disease has shaped my life and how I choose to present myself to others.

I think there are several reasons why my failure to mention CMT to my friend surprised me. I don’t think I’ve ever been shy about the fact that I have CMT. As a child who wore ankle-foot orthoses (AFOs) to improve my stability, I don’t remember being afraid of sticking out. Even when kids would sometimes taunt me by yelling, “Run, Forrest, Run!” I still wore my AFOs openly for everyone to see.

My experiences due to CMT have shaped who I’ve become. And I’m astonished I hadn’t mentioned something I consider an integral part of my identity.

Since I’ve stopped wearing AFOs, my CMT isn’t immediately noticeable. And unless someone knows what to look for, I think it’s almost impossible for most people to tell I have a neurological disorder.

Now, without a visible identifier that I’m different than most able-bodied folks, there’s one situation left for my CMT to come up in conversation naturally. And that is when I’m driving with someone else and he or she sees, peeking out from behind my sun visor, a handicapped parking permit that I never use.

This “invisibility” grants me a particular privilege some other folks with disabilities don’t have. I can go about my daily business without attracting the pity, stares, or prejudice that many people direct toward the disabled. In a way, that is incredibly empowering.

However, I’m beginning to wonder if going “incognito” is the right path for me. Sometimes I question that by not being more proactive in sharing my struggles with CMT and by choosing not to stand out, I’m perpetuating a kind of status quo. After all, I think taking control of the narrative and educating friends and acquaintances can also be empowering.

While I won’t start introducing myself as someone with CMT, I can take small steps toward being more open with my friends. I can tell them about the aspects of my life that are central to my identity and how I’ve overcome some of my CMT challenges.

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