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The Glass Ceiling of Thalidomide

The Glass Ceiling of Thalidomide

I am sitting right now, looking upward at a glass ceiling right above my head, so close that it concerns me. I can see where I want to go, but I can’t get there.

Secrets and Lies

Secrets and Lies

Summer 1979
“Oh my God! Were you a thalidomide baby?”
A gray-haired man stood staring at my disfigured arms and hands; trapped in the aisle, my heart raced.

Normalizing “different”

Normalizing “different”

For more than 45 years I worked hard to hide my physical differences and associated struggles. Each decade became more difficult until I could no longer hide.