Not ‘special,’ just equal—that’s all I’ve ever asked for. Navigating healthcare as a profoundly deaf patient with epilepsy and brittle bones, I constantly face battles for basic accessibility. Closed captions, virtual appointments, accommodations—they’re rights, not privileges. Yet hospitals and medical professionals repeatedly deny and dismiss these needs, calling me unreasonable or worse. But labels don’t silence me; they ignite my advocacy. Accessibility isn’t negotiable, and neither is my dignity. Here’s my story of confronting barriers, demanding change, and why I’ll never apologize for building a world that includes me. It’s time healthcare caught up.