Author Archives: Alyssa Silva

When I was in college, I had a professor doubt my abilities because I was disabled. I started struggling in their class early in the semester, so I went to their office for two reasons: to get extra help and prove I was determined (and doing what I could)…

From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep and get lost in my dreams, I’m fully dependent on others to help me meet my physical needs. If I have to change positions in the middle of the night, I call for someone to assist…

“This is probably my favorite part about having a feeding tube,” I said to my mom as a phlebotomist pierced my vein with a needle. Since becoming tube-fed, I’ve become more hydrated. And since becoming more hydrated, I no longer need to be poked and prodded every time I…

When I was a little girl, my parents would take my brother and me to Cape Cod, Massachusetts, for family vacations. Those memories have always been so dear to me. We’d pack the car full to the brim with bathing suits, beach toys, and, of course, all my…

I often daydream about the kind of person I’d be if I didn’t have SMA. It’s not so much fantasizing about the physical abilities I’d have, but rather the characteristics that would define me. Would I still be empathetic toward others? Would I still choose resiliency in the…

“You just have to get through one more procedure,” I told myself as I pierced my tongue with my teeth while a needle stung my back. Slow and steady, I tried to take deep breaths to calm my nerves and relieve the pain. But the monitor above me said…

Crying the moment I saw Taylor Swift on stage wasn’t something I expected to happen. But it wasn’t completely unexpected, either. I realize I’m contradicting myself here, but emotions will do that to a person. They’ll feel exhilarating and paralyzing simultaneously, and yet somehow manage to create something cathartic.

Although I’m finding it hard to believe, this month marks 10 years since I graduated college. It feels like yesterday that I was excitedly driving across a stage to receive my diploma. With five long years of hard work in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t help but feel…

“Why is she in a wheelchair?” is one of the most common phrases I hear when I’m out and about. Funnily enough, I’ve grown so accustomed to staying home these past few years that I almost forgot what it felt like to be the subject of someone’s curiosity.

When I was a little girl, I had many life-threatening hospitalizations, the first at 16 months of age. Ten months after I was diagnosed with SMA, I experienced my first bout with respiratory syncytial virus and was intubated for weeks. Though I was too young to…