Cassie Q

For a long time in my life I felt deeply troubled by the burden put on my mother when she unknowingly gave birth to a child who, by simply being alive, would forever use every single drop of her life energy. Just like everything else related to my disability, in my family this was never consciously thought about, only vaguely implied, dislocated hints at my villainy, the devilishness inherent in me, never to be admitted in a conversation - maybe because crimes without a crimi

This is actually an old drawing I had, about my short lived College Partier experience. Here's a friendly tip: Just because they look cool doesn't mean they are. Just because you share a major, doesn't mean you share values. And just because they advocate for inclusion, doesn't mean they mean it. In the end, the difference between college and school is just that the ways in which you achieve popularity gets more complex with the need to pretend not to care about it. #socialli

This drawing is one of my favorite works so far, and I think the point of posting it is more about sharing something others might relate to rather than an explanation or lecture or anything like that. It was inspired by a making out... (Session? Thingy? Situation? Let's go with situation) I had with a boy who casually implied he was doing all the work, and it made me think a lot about how much I need to be maneuvered, not just in sexual experiences but in my every day life, b

I don't know if others will relate to this, but I surely hope not. And I should clarify this doesn't happen all the time, not even most of the time, but every once in a while there's that subtle hint that I don't belong here, that I'm not as human as everyone else, that no matter how carefully I choose my clothes and my lipstick, I'll always be at the border, too foreign for others' gaze be able to reach mine. #sociallife #disability

It is my belief that a supportive family is the greatest privilege someone can have. While mine never lacked in love, my folks have always struggled with chaos - orderly people who don't like things to be out of place and would rather deny what can't be fixed than to look at it. It's interesting how it works for people with disabilities, we usually come from abled families who had no clue their kid would turn out to be so completely different from what they expected, and the

This comic is my attempt to express the feeling of being a glob. I don't always feel completely unable to control my body but it does happen every now and then, specially if I'm tired or cold, and it's a very frustrating moment and also really embarrassing if it happens in front of others. I guess it's kinda hard to explain, which is why I drew it, and it's really just a body that randomly decided to be a pudding and that is that. I should probably clarify that I don't really

You know that urge to pretend like there's a mysterious explanation to your tragedy aside from a twisted world? Well a while ago I found myself overwhelmed by that same urge that has haunted humanity since the dawn of times, not only for an explanation but for one where I had the control of what led me to my current fate. So I made up a story where my famous stubbornness was the fault, and I found it too hilarious not to draw. #love #disability

If one takes a quick overview of how disabilities have been perceived historically, one should see a slow progression from one point of seeing it as a mistake that needs to be fixed - either by God or science - to one where the disability is just another expression of human diversity. And although I do a pretty good job of communicating the second view and demanding that my authorities do the same, most of the time I feel like the Middle Age people were not that far off by ex

A feminism that doesn't stand for disabled women is a fake feminism. Girl, you don't get to pick which battles you'll look sexier fighting, and you know why? Because suffering doesn't revolve around the latest fashion trends. So go home, girl. As far as I'm concerned, you're either in or you're out. #disability #wheelchair

For 21 years of my life, I didn't have a caretaker. I am completely dependent on another, and for 21 years that another was my mom. Affording a caretaker is indeed a financial struggle, but it wasn't impossible for my family. The real reason why we took so long to find one, is one that I think many disabled people might relate to: as someone who never outgrew the childhood need for basic care, I was often interpreted as a half human being with no real need for independence or