
Sometimes, I feel like I am the human embodiment of the double-edged sword. I’m normal, yes. But I’m not normal enough to be “normal.” In case you were wondering, I also have a distaste for the word “normal.” I’d rather be myself than normal, but there are days when I wish I could wake up and know that I could walk without a limp, or a giant scar on my hip, or the shunt in my head. Sometimes, I wish I was a blonde bombshell. Sometimes, I wish I were an Angelina Jolie femme-fatale. Most of the time though, I just wish for acceptance. Having a disability in show business, and talking about it openly was almost non-existent until recently. SAG-AFTRA has a campaign called I am PWD (Performer with a Disability.) It brings awareness to the visibility of performers with disabilities and even characters who are portrayed on television and film.
When I was 13, I had to learn how to walk…again. My right leg/hip/foot were all crooked and it took nearly 2 years for me to walk again. During that time, I continued to act. I was able to be a girl on stage who wasn’t a freak. While I was on stage, I was able to be the vivacious daughter of Mr. Fezziwig in a Christmas Carol, or smile and be goofy as the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. Most importantly, I was able to tell a story. I’ve always loved telling stories. And, for a brief moment, I was the storyteller. People were laughing with me because I was funny, not at me because I walked like Frankenstein’s monster. As I grew older, acting has held a different meaning for me. I am able to tell a story in a way that others can’t. I am able to bring my unique physical and emotional attributes to a role. I am able to make people look at the world in a way that they might not have before. I still have lots of goals as an actor. Yes, I want to be on Law & Order: SVU, or make people laugh in a romantic comedy as the best friend. It’s funny because when I go into an audition room, the casting director, producers, and other people behind the table have no idea what struggles I have had. They don’t see a girl who was 3 months premature at birth or a teenager who learned to walk again after nearly two years. They see an actress who has performed a monologue and they’ll see more throughout the day. But I hope for a brief second that I can have an impact on someone’s view of the world. I can tell a story. My name is Stephanie Gould and I am a survivor, I am an actress and a writer. I am me.
