Not Every Struggle Has a Ramp
Today, as I walked across campus, I noticed something I had never paid much attention to before. A parking spot marked with the wheelchair symbol. A smooth ramp leading up to the entrance of a cafeteria. Grooves in the pavement that guide a white cane safely along the path. I stopped for a moment and took photos of them, not because they were unusual, but because they were so normal . These small features are quiet reminders that accessibility matters, that people with physical disabilities deserve to move through the world safely and with dignity. And yet, as I stood there, I couldn’t help but think about how much easier it is to notice what we can see . The Seen and the Unseen For every ramp, there are students sitting at home, struggling to get out of bed because of exhaustion or chronic pain. For every accessible door, there’s someone who feels trapped by anxiety or depression. For every tactile line on the ground, there’s a person navigating invisible fears, fatigue, or grief — p...