2.5 ⭐️— this book was disappointing in an odd way — there’s a lot i enjoyed abt it, a lot of really genuinely interesting reflections on disability, death, family, and gay experiences. but there was a lot that made me uncomfortable in a someone-very-invested-in-disability-justice way. 

the author uses both “bipolar” and “schizophrenic” in improper and stigmatizing ways. especially in the front half of the book, there’s a LOT of internalized ableism that doesn’t feel like it’s been entirely broken down, including some that is externalized and leads to borderline-cruel descriptions of other disabled people that made me feel bad to read.