It was as if there was a switch in my brain that regulated how I saw the world: It was off when I walked around alone, and it was on when I was out in the world with my parents. It was only when I visited that medical center with my mom that I realized the switch was the same one I flipped on whenever I stepped on my skateboard.
Why now? I don't know much about disability and design, but this may be a metaphor for how we think about people with opposing viewpoints. Often people with different opinions are looking at the same thing in the same way, but with a different base experience.