I’ve never taken things particularly seriously, either academically or living with muscular dystrophy. Having stumbled into physio—literally, I kept falling over, so they made me go—I started thinking sociologically while in the waiting room. I found that I could do two things at once, picking apart my personal experience of disability while poking holes in the Serious Science of Physical Therapy. Why all this goal setting, why all this paperwork? I had been reading a lot of critical theory, you know, Foucault, Heidegger, and the like, without a place to make sense of it. Though I had never really thought of myself as a disabled person, as I started going through the disability bureaucracy more and more, I found myself asking the same questions, and doing so with these thinkers. Why do we treat disability as we do? Why do we pity people, poke and prod them, but not talk about poverty? Such was my introduction to disability studies, and, it seems, to critical physiotherapy (without knowing it at the time).