" Lodged deep in me, deep as muscle, bone, and blood, was the idea of myself as a cripple. I couldn't say the word aloud, but it was at the center of everything. Polio had plucked me out of an ordinary life, which gave me a sort of freedom. If I hadn't gotten sick, I might never have become a person who was happiest in a darkroom. And yet. Shame was in my drop foot. Loneliness was there. The constant fear of exposure and the burden of concealment -- it was all there in the drag of my leg. "

― Jasmin Darznik