Disability and the theatrical event When I was 10 years old, I was hit by a car. Actually, I was 9 years old, I was hit by a car and I was 10 years old in the hospital. I was walking home with my friends after school. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Someone was driving. Someone wasn't looking. Someone was careful, but not careful enough. They ran. I waited. Not in the right place. And I was touched. Just like that. A piece of glass from the lighthouse pierced my skull and entered my brain. My brain was damaged. We call it ABI. Acquired brain injury. I was supposed to die. My fist came down from my chin. I learned the processes of relaxation by living and practicing yoga in an Ashram. Yoga also helped me learn to walk with a reduced limp. I toned and strengthened my body. through the practice of Yogic. I recommend Yoga to anyone who wants to work with their body. And I discovered theater. In the theater, I was magical. I could create a world in which I was good enough. Moving my body to the music was empowering. And when I feel empowered, disability and difference don't matter. I become one with the music. I transcend to a plane of righteousness. . . In drama, my difference doesn't need to be important. But if I want it to count, my difference is precious. I can use my difference to my advantage to say something to the world. I decided to help others through consultancy work and started a degree in social work at the University of South Australia. I graduated with a degree in social work in 2000. I finally realized that only by celebrating disability and difference -- only by making our disability visible -- can we escape the trap. We rebuild ourselves through theater and make choices. We create new opportunities. We turn the situation around.