Hi, you linked me to this post in sarahtales's comments and I just wanted to say that it's awesome. When I was growing up I was the weird girl whose arms and legs didn't work right. Watch out, kids, Becky's not allowed to play crack-the-whip in gym class, because her joints might come apart. It isn't something anybody can ever tell by looking at me, and never has been, which has been interesting because in high school and college I put off quite a few possible dates at parties when they tried to pull me out of my chair to go dance and I screamed "NO! Don't do that, you'll dislocate my elbow!" I don't even know how true that is anymore because it's so ingrained in me to be careful; I haven't actually dislocated anything since I was a kid, but when I was three I was in twice in the same week having dislocated the same arm and the doctors thought my parents were abusing me. But it's never been something I think about consciously all the time--just a subconscious thing, don't hyperextend, don't hang from things, don't let anyone pull on your arms and legs. If you ask me to tell you something about myself I'll probably say, I'm a knitter, I'm a feminist, I like to read, I play video games, I make historical clothing. Those are the things that make me me. My body, my disability, is a part of me. That's all.