I was privileged to be raised believing that I could grow up to be anything I wanted to be. It took me nearly three decades to realise that this message was something of a double-edged sword.


There were paths that it became clear early on would not be my route through life


I never managed to memorise my multiplications tables, my idea of “playing a sport” has always been along the lines of sitting and braiding bits of grass while other people do something with a ball. But I was book-smart (despite that multiplications tables thing), academically-minded, and came from a socioeconomic background that established that a good college followed by a “career” (not just a job) were the blueprints for a happy and fulfilling life.

So I worked and stressed and got into a good school, all the while dreaming of what my fulfilling lifelong career would be… but the underlying architecture that would make those blueprints untenable was already within me.


I have suffered from migraines since I was a child…


However, it wasn’t until college that they reached a level of interference in my life that in retrospect, I recognise as disability. I tried to shuffle my work around each semester so that only one class would bear the brunt of it: so that I could consolidate the damage this condition was doing to my “record.” I was put on a series of preventatives but the side effects made me sick, weak, cognitively impaired and skeletally underweight. My body felt like a thing that was completely out of my control, which is a feeling that has never really gone away.


The first three years out of college, I had a migraine basically every day


I watched my cohort begin their careers (despite an abysmal job market – I graduated in 2007). They began to work their way up the ladders of their chosen professions and find the new balance of their social groups as they settled into the rhythms of adult life. I struggled to find – then maintain – a part-time job. The job I did have was a catch-22 of migraine triggers, and the energy it took to keep myself fed left little to no bandwidth for socialising. After you flake on someone three times in a row, most people won’t try a fourth time, so most of my social safety net deteriorated. All of this time I was looking at myself and comparing what I saw to the people I had gone to school with, wondering what was wrong with me. Why was I such a failure at the real world? Why couldn’t I manage these next steps towards a fulfilling life that everyone around me seemed to be breezing through? I spent a lot of emotional energy beating myself up.


I felt alone and isolated


Deeply rooted in my idea of a successful adulthood for myself was a fulfilling career and financial independence. It has taken me a decade of starting and leaving jobs (by necessity) to realise that I am disabled in a way that makes it basically impossible to hold traditional employment, and I swallowed that realisation kicking and screaming. It still kicks me in the gut periodically. I would start each position during a better patch in my health, full of hope that I could make it work this time… and inevitably, soon, I’d be calling in sick more and more often, until it was a medical leave, and then a permanent leave and the smell of smoke from the bridges I’d burnt wafting after me.

One day, on the bus to work (when I was managing a job), I was reading a book that had been recommended to me: A Brain Wider Than the Sky: A Migraine Diary by Andrew Levy. Here was someone writing about going through some of the same things I was experiencing. The relief of not feeling completely alone was so intense that I sat on the #86 bus with tears streaming down my face.


I have known for most of my life that I wanted to be an artist, and that I wanted to work in education


I wanted to create, and I wanted to have the chance to be a positive influence at a formative point in people’s lives. These goals took particular forms when fit into the blueprints of success that I had started out with, but part of learning to reframe my idea of a successful life has been realising that I can still fulfill those initial passions in ways that my body will allow for. After going through some pretty dark times, I gathered up my energy and channeled my experiences into trying to make conditions like mine a little less invisible, starting early on in life. Books are a formative element of childhood, and all children should be able to identify with characters in the books in their lives. So I wrote a semi-autobiographical picture book about a Narwhal with a chronic pain condition called Noah the Narwhal: A Tale of Downs and Ups. In writing Noah I hope that I can help to ensure that children who suffer from invisible disabilities have characters that reflect their experiences, and help to inform the people around them. I’m hoping my experiences are something that have the potential to help others, even if just by letting them know (like me on that 86 bus) that they are not alone.

The financial independence part… well, that’s still scary, and still unknown, but I’m giving it all I’ve got. I’ve started Dancing Mantis Press, a small independent publishing company to publish my own books and hopefully others’ in the future. Writing and indie publishing allows me to work around my body’s unpredictable demands. This is my first book, so I don’t know yet if this will be the answer I’ve been searching for, but it is an exciting possible step towards independence, and, hopefully, a way that I can provide another voice for the underrepresented invisibly disabled community in children’s literature. I do know that it may be a different shape than the future I thought I’d have, but it is absolutely a way I can take my dreams of growing up to create and educate and make them a reality.

A version of this article was published in The Mighty.

Judith Klausner

Judith Klausner is a migrainey land mammal from Somerville, Massachusetts. She channels her experience of invisible disability (and everything else) into her creative endeavors. She often makes art using unusual materials from her surroundings, and plays with her food both recreationally and professionally. When not creating works of art, she likes to throw fancy dress tea parties. Seeing a lack of characters like herself in picture books, Judith set to work contributing to filling this void, and she hopes that Noah will help other disabled folks of all ages feel less isolated.
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