I Identify as Blind: A Brazen Celebration of Disability Culture, Identity, and Power - Hardcover

Lachi

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593851579 ISBN 13: 9780593851579

Verlag: Tiny Reparations Books, 2026

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With style and straight talk, musician and changemaker Lachi flips disability and neurodivergence into an empowering identity, a cultural movement, and an innovation engine

What if the most taboo parts of our identity—the parts we’re taught to mask—are exactly the ones that hold our greatest power? Lachi is an award-winning singer and leader who awakens the world to this truth: Disability has long shaped our culture and is an identity worth brazenly reclaiming. In this book, Lachi reveals why dropping the stigma is the ultimate glow-up, and inspires readers to celebrate the boldest parts of themselves.

I Identify as Blind pulses with energy. Through magnetic storytelling and pop-culture deep dives, Lachi challenges mainstream views on disability and neurodivergence with humor and heart. Because visionaries with disabilities have always driven progress. The book features trailblazing figures like Senator Tammy Duckworth, Breaking Bad star RJ Mitte, Microsoft executive Jenny Lay-Flurrie, and so many more. Lachi even takes readers behind the scenes at Coldplay concerts, since after Chris Martin developed tinnitus, he transformed his concerts into some of the most accessible in the world. Each story reframes disability not as a deficit but as a wellspring of collective strength. And inventions created for people with disabilities benefit everyone—from audiobooks to curb cuts to the internet. (Vint Cerf helped develop the first commercial email service, because he had trouble communicating by phone.)

With punchy humor and radical honesty, Lachi dismantles stereotypes and builds a new narrative of Disability identity. I Identify as Blind is just what the world needs right now: an invitation to a cultural movement that celebrates disabilities as a source of power and pride.

Come for the laughs, stay for the mic drops.

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Lachi is an award-winning recording artist, producer of a Grammy-nominated album, public speaker, and the first openly disabled National Trustee of the Recording Academy. She is the CEO of RAMPD (Recording Artists and Music Professionals with Disabilities), which has partnered with Netflix and Live Nation. Named a USA Today Woman of the Year and a “dedicated foot soldier for disability pride” by Forbes, Lachi hosted the PBS American Masters series Renegades, has appeared on Good Morning America, and she has spoken at The White House. She lives in New York City.

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Chapter 8: Shame on Who Exactly?

I’ve found that the more I “un-normal,” the higher my quality of life. Remember those miracle contact lenses I could wear, but don’t? Here’s the backstory. It was 2018, and I was taking the first baby steps toward accepting my rapidly diminishing vision (even though I wouldn’t fully “come out” until the pandemic). When my ophthalmologist told me about the contacts, of course I said, “Tell me more,” because who wouldn’t? But after doctor visit after doctor visit to get the things custom-fitted, honestly, I just got kinda bored. I would be sitting in the clinic for the third time in a week, thinking, I could be performing, I could be recording, I could be day drinking, I could be doing literally anything but waiting around in a waiting room. Yawn.

Meanwhile, as my contacts were being manufactured, I had finally started using a cane—just the traditional white cane; the rhinestone-bedecked show stoppers were still to come—and becoming more familiar with readily available assistive technologies like magnifiers, dictation, screen readers, and every blind person’s ultimate war hammer, the keyboard shortcut. I was getting everything done that I’d been hoping to do after I got the contacts and was quicker, more efficient and far less frustrated than I’d ever been. So what exactly did I need the contacts for?

Then the contacts arrived. I put them in . . . and I suppose it should have been a YouTube moment where the music swells, a child points and yells, “Mommy, mommy, look! She can see!” Julie Andrews breaks into song as I marvel, teary-eyed, at how clear and beautiful all of my favorite things are now. But there were no heavenly choirs singing or angels weeping. Underwhelming springs to mind. Once I got past the first couple days of piercing headaches, my vision was definitely clearer, but my reaction to the whole experience was very much, “Meh.” It would take up precious time and energy to put the damn things in, take them out, clean them, mentally adjust, and navigate our busted-ass healthcare system to have them refitted as my eyes evolved. Seeing was a hassle. So I took the contacts out and kept it moving.

If you’re like, “Dude, not using those contacts to improve your vision makes zero sense,” then you might also be part of the fifty-two percent of Americans who—according to a Reuters poll—would rather die than live with a disability. (Believe me, we’ll come back to that.) Here’s the deal. I had all the tools I needed to work hard, play hard, rinse, and repeat at pace with any sighted person, which meant I had options. For me, it was not better to have clearer eyesight with all the strings that came attached to it. So I said, “Screw it,” and never looked back.
I’m aware that I had the privilege to say “Screw it.” I had the health insurance to cover, at least in part, the cost of the contacts and doctor visits. I had the money for cabs and Ubers to get to and from the visits on my own. If I lost my sight completely, I had family and friends that would support me. I had Arthur, I had a rainy day fund, but most importantly, I had good credit. Not everyone has those things. I did, so I could afford to say a polite “thank you, next” to something that, for someone else, might have been indispensable.

But that wasn’t the only reason I decided to ditch the contacts. It had taken me years of swallowing tears, wearing fake smiles, and being a brave little toaster to get to a point where I was relatively immune to the entree of shame society tried to serve me whenever I dined at its table. For so long, I’d felt a deep-rooted shame at being legally blind, and that shame informed my decisions and contributed to my anxiety. But as I grew older and more confident, I started to feel pride in my talent, at who I was becoming, what I was capable of, and how I was showing up in the world. But I was still blind. So obviously the blindness was never the problem.

Let’s be real. I hadn’t been considering the contacts so I could see better, but so I could be more acceptable to society—be more “normal.”

So my 2.0-self chose to dump those contacts, to live and give Blind Queen energy, and to lean into all the competitive advantages that come with my Disability identity. My OCD gives me sharp attention to detail, acute communication, and studious punctuality. My ADHD powers hyperfocus and follow-through on my many whimsical ideas, along with abundant energy, spontaneity and the drive to take action. My anxiety fosters excitement, critical thinking, and analytical skills while also bringing empathy, self-awareness, and growth. My PTSD keeps me transparent and considerate of others’ needs. My maladaptive daydreaming—which is what it sounds like, excessive and vivid daydreaming, often to escape internalized stigmas or to cope with anxiety or depression—had involved me conjuring epic sagas for several hours at a time, even to the point of skipping meals, but eventually the ideas coalesced into my sci-fi thriller Death Tango. My blindness grants me creative problem solving, driven focus, a bunch of unique life experiences, self-determination and yes, dope-ass glam canes. When it comes to my built-in life-hacks, I choose pride.

Not everyone does. The flip side of pride is shame, and if you’re looking for the Mother of All Afflictions in the Disability community, shame got game. Let’s you and me break it down.

Macro- and Micro-Shame

Stigmas, barriers, and exclusion don’t happen because of our conditions but because of our conditioning. Every person with any form of disability or neurodivergence has felt the sting of shame. We feel it when the kids in our class pick on or avoid us, and when teachers get exasperated for needing to repeat things because we don’t learn like the other kids. We feel it when Becky in accounting sighs heavily at having to hold the elevator door for a slow-moving cane user. John the wheelchair user (who still just wants to enjoy a beer) isn’t ashamed that he uses a wheelchair; his shame comes from how others exclude or patronize him for being in the chair.

No one experiences shame quite as viscerally as people with disabilities, and it’s the distinct product of ableism. Ableism and shame go together like gin and tonic, Bordeaux and stinky cheese, control-C and control-V. Now, who can refresh our memory on what ableism is? Yes, you in the back of the class. Very good: ableism is prejudice against individuals with disabilities based on the belief that they are inherently inferior to people without those disabilities.

A more thorough working definition comes from lawyer and community organizer TL Lewis. Lewis describes ableism as a means of assigning value to people’s bodies and minds based on the societally constructed standards of beauty, productivity, intelligence, fitness, and what it means to be normal. Lewis also contends that those ideas are rooted in dominance ideologies like eugenics, anti-Blackness, misogyny, colonialism, and capitalism.

I also appreciate writer and organizer Vinay Krishnan’s plain-language definition. In his Medium article, “The Sick and the Well,” he writes, “What ableism comes down to is this—I’m healthier than you are. There’s something inherently wrong with you that is right with me. If there’s a fire. If there’s a flood. If only one of us can make it out alive. It should be me. This isn’t just the thought in the minds of bigoted people—something to be combated with knowledge and experience. This is the ethos of...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Tiny Reparations Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2026
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593851579
• ISBN 13: 9780593851579
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 352
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