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• Posted by Elizabeth McClung
• 29 Feb 08, 04:22 AM

Could someone explain again why my sitting in a wheelchair behind a tin cup is wrong? I ask because though I have been working with a 鈥渄isability job centre鈥� since Nov. 07, I haven鈥檛 yet gotten one job offer. I know my case manager wants me to find the 鈥渞ight job鈥� and said, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think answering phones would be YOU.鈥� Well, since I slur when I speak, I would find that quite funny honestly; lots of Monty Python style humor possible there. I told her, yes, find me a job, any job and then I maybe I will believe you can find me the 鈥渞ight鈥� job.

It all came to me when I was wheeling uphill in my manual wheelchair. I use a manual though I have to stop (a lot) because I am getting weaker. And I thought, 鈥淚f I just had a good mug or cup to put down every time I have to stop and take a break, I could make some decent change.鈥� I mean, I wouldn鈥檛 even have to look pathetic, because the wheezing I do when I stop tends to make people cross the street (note to self: look LESS pathetic when you want spare change). I even started looking at my different mugs to put into the rack next to my oxygen under the chair. But then I remembered that I wasn鈥檛 鈥榮upposed鈥� to put down a cup where people can give money. I just couldn鈥檛 remember why.

Here we have Gordon Brown, who with his visual impairment is a PWD as Prime Minister, but he seems to have it in for all PWD鈥檚. And now he requires them to justify why THEY aren鈥檛 Prime Minister (besides that only about 4 people have been Prime Minister in the last couple decades). It seems being part of the human experience (illness, disability, and impairment) and sharing that point of view, or making a difference with others isn鈥檛 enough anymore; it is all about the MONEY. And quite honestly, I have needs too (Manga and pixie sticks full of sugar). I am running out of things to sell and friends to call up for a loan who haven鈥檛 found out yet I am in a wheelchair.

I think the 鈥淣O鈥� on the cup thing was something about dignity or stereotypes. Which since I am still in the meat grinder of medical tests, and disability 鈥渢raining鈥� seems a joke (I had to go to a hospital department with a poster titled 鈥楴uclear Radiation and YOU鈥� before they jacked me up and told me to stay away from pregnant women). Because while I CAN get the government to pay me to train to be an undertaker (seriously, they mentioned it as an option in the orientation), I can鈥檛 get a job sitting and pointing people in the direction of the nearest lavatory. Plus everyone from friends, family, doctors and the people 鈥渉elping鈥� me find a job have strongly mentioned; Since I am so sick and considered terminal, should I be looking for a job at all?

Well, 鈥渂oo ha鈥� to them, I say. And I went and applied to the library staff all on my own, two weeks before the management, refusing to negotiate with the library worker鈥檚 union have now shut ALL libraries in my city (that wasn鈥檛 a joke鈥o libraries). So now, the one place to get FREE books and films is gone. And while I may be ill and wheezy, I still like sweets and a movie which brings me back to鈥�..the tin cup. I have no pride! To get a room I can afford with my partner on a trip, we told the hotel I would drag myself through the door (since the only room we can afford has too narrow a door for a wheelchair).

Dignity? What if, while I am taking a breather, I am honest and assure people the money would only be spent on 鈥渕anga, pain killers and zombie films.鈥�

As for stereotypes: on Monday I went into the police station at 11:00 pm with a hacksaw asking to be arrested. So no, I鈥檓 not too worried about those either. I actually went because everyone I know with my level of disability who has gone through the 鈥渄isability job centre鈥� ends up shoved into volunteer work, usually at a disability organization. I was getting the same twitches about a 鈥減lanned life鈥� like when your mother talks about how great it would be if you were a nurse during secondary school and you find out she鈥檚 signed you up as a hospital ward volunteer during the summer vacation. Solution: get arrested as you can鈥檛 volunteer with a police record (In full disclosure: I was actually just returning the hacksaw, which I found outside the police station 鈥� that Emergency Response Team guy with the gun interpreted THAT scenario completely wrong鈥�.and I am guessing may have seen the horror film SAW).

Turns out that a) it is really hard to GET arrested if you don鈥檛 have a type of personality where you want to hit people b) 鈥渋ntent to vandalize鈥� isn鈥檛 a real crime and c) it is a LOT harder getting out of police station than getting in; particularly when they need to 鈥渁ssess your medical condition鈥� and determine if it 鈥渃auses self destructive tendencies.鈥� So, knowing now what I have done for you all to improve the stereotypes of PWD鈥檚, especially us females in wheelchairs, I ask again, 鈥榃hy is putting a cup down while getting a breather so bad?鈥� Is it just because it 鈥渋sn鈥檛 done?鈥� Or because I might get enough to go see the cinema at the day rate, and feel absolutely NO GUILT whatsoever?

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• Posted by Jemma Brown
• 28 Feb 08, 10:59 PM

I am not my disability!

I have had a seriously bad day with labels and boxes; I am well and truly frustrated by it.

Today someone (that should no better) said that me and another visually impaired person, where really alike, we had the same vision, we used the same font size for our work and in fact the biggest difference between us was our age gap, she is 30 years older than me!

The over riding theme of this conversation was that we where the same, have the same needs, the same abilities, the same vision; we don鈥檛

Why do people have to shove me in a box based purely on my disability? I am an individual I am not the same as anyone else, and I can safely say that nobody will ever have the same vision as me; for starters my vision varies on daily basis (sometimes it can change within the space of a few minutes).

Basically anyone that says that me and another visually impaired person have the same needs, abilities, and vision is talking absolute B*s!

Then this evening someone said to me 鈥溾�h I no I鈥檝e got a friend like you鈥� Like me what? A student? A teenager? No what he really meant was that he has a VI friend, that is probably our only similarity so that makes us alike.

I am unique, I am me, no one can change the way I am, just because I am visually impaired does not make me the same as other people. It does not mean I will instantly be friends with every visually impaired person I meet; trust me there are some VI people I really don鈥檛 get on with.

I am fed up of people making stereotypical assumptions, based purely on the amount they think I can see, I am fed up of people thinking they understand my disability, they know what it is like, they don鈥檛 and never will.

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• Posted by Wheelchair Dancer
• 28 Feb 08, 07:56 AM

Oh. No. It's a historic building. We never thought disabled people would need to go THERE and do THAT.

Well, surprise, surprise.This is from the .

"Thanks to a maze of bureaucratic indecision and historic restrictions, taxpayers may shell out $100,000 per foot to make the Board of Supervisors president's perch in the historic chambers accessible to the disabled.
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The understanding was that the room would eventually be made fully accessible. But no one worried about the podium until 2004 when Supervisor Michela Alioto-Pier, who uses a wheelchair, joined the board."

Well. Lookee here. Another danged selfish wheelchair user. Exploiting liberal guilt on her own power trip. I mean, really. It's bad enough that cripples run for (and get into) public office, do they really need to get onto the raised podium?

Instead of blaming the team who did the remodel or the people who let the details slide never assuming that a wheelchair user would desire access to the podium, bloggers and journalists are blaming Ms. Alioto-Pier for wanting the same things that her colleagues have. She wants to get on the podium and will exploit liberal guilt in order to be able to do so. It's a power trip on her part.

It's true that being able to access the raised podium is not absolutely critical to Ms. Alioto-Pier's ability to do her job; it doesn't prevent her from working or being effective. But in my view that's not good enough. If you are going to be accessible, you should be accessible. Using the podium seat thingie is a symbolic part of the job. It represents the authority (and power, I suppose) of city supervisors. It's one of those things. If it matters -- i.e., if it is important for supervisors to display their authority in this way, then it should be available to ALL city supervisors -- and if it doesn't matter then, the whole thing can be removed. From my point of view, it's an all or nothing thing.

Access is not a product of liberal guilt. I can barely write that without feeling annoyed. Liberal guilt doesn't elect disabled people to office. Liberal guilt doesn't make them effective supervisors. It's really one of those awful things where no one plans for a disabled person to show up, and then, when she does, there's an "oops" moment. I'm tired of oops. Oops does not facilitate equality: planning does.

City Hall is a beautiful historic building. BUT it is a municipal building -- and the claim that historic preservation should come before access does nothing for me. City Hall is where we HAVE to go to transact our civic responsibilities. It should be accessible to all citizens, in all ways. Accessibility enables historicity here. City Hall is a building that should be able to accommodate and reflect the changes in American culture. We have moved from a world where disabled people did not play a large part in civic life to one where they can hold office. City Hall, the symbol of San Francisco, should reflect that history. Historicity is not necessarily about holding a frozen moment suspended in the past. Historicity also incorporates the present. AND this present requires access for a disabled city supervisor.

I will never hold public office, but when I roll into the beautiful lobby, I feel like I am a part of that city history. I have danced in the open hall space there in the name of accessibility and disability pride. I have attended the wedding of a friend at City Hall. The building is part of my personal history with San Francisco -- and I am part of its history, too.

That, in my view, is the argument for inclusion and access: disabled people are part of the city's past, present, and future. The building that symbolizes the city should represent all of its citizens. It should allow all of its citizens to participate in city life. Then, and only then, will City Hall be a historic building.

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• Posted by Vaughan
• 27 Feb 08, 10:52 AM

The new 大象传媒 homepage launched today, all bright and whizzy-like. One of the big new features is a panel promoting the 大象传媒's vast array of blogs - and that includes Ouch's very own weblog. Hurrah!

So if you want another way to be regularly informed of all our latest blog entries, click the Edit panel of the Blogs panel, select the box against Ouch! and, as if by magic, you'll get links to the last three entries from your favourite disability weblog right there on the 大象传媒 homepage. Handy, eh?

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• Posted by Giraffe-a-licious
• 27 Feb 08, 10:46 AM

I am fortunate to be able to say that my little sister is also my best friend. We鈥檙e pretty close in age (she鈥檚 just 20 months younger than me) and we get along like a house on fire. We鈥檝e spent A LOT of time together over the years, probably more than your average siblings. That鈥檚 due in part to my M.E. 鈥� no doubt if I hadn鈥檛 been ill then I鈥檇 have gone off to university at 18 and whilst I imagine we鈥檇 always have been close, not living in the same house would definitely have limited our friendship to more normal sibling levels. My little sis was also unable to go to uni. At the age of 16 she went through a couple of years of severe depression and had to drop out of school. However, she鈥檚 now fully recovered and is getting out into the world and showing it what she鈥檚 made of. Interestingly though it has posed some new difficulties for me, not least the temptation for me to start living vicariously through her.

As I鈥檝e said, we鈥檙e very close and that means that although we are very different people we share a lot of the same interests and therefore a lot of the same ambitions, the vast majority of which are just too difficult for me to achieve. Travelling; working; going to music concerts or sporting events; she gets to do all these things whilst I sit at home waiting to hear all about it. Don鈥檛 misunderstand me; I don鈥檛 begrudge her these experiences in any way. She is my best friend and I love to hear about all her exciting adventures, but the danger is that I start to try and live my ambitions through her and that is incredibly unhealthy for both of us! It means that I can sometimes inadvertently push my dreams and aspirations onto her when she may not share them. It can also become a problem when she鈥檚 able to go out and do something that I would desperately have loved to do. By and large I鈥檝e managed to stop comparing my life to that of other people鈥檚 over the years but it鈥檚 sometimes tough when that person is your best friend and sister.

That said I wouldn鈥檛 change our relationship for the world. Goodness knows how I鈥檇 have managed without her over the years. Friends that stick by you through thick and thin are rare and valuable. To have one that you get to live with? Well that鈥檚 just priceless. (Apologies to Mastercard for the blatant ripping off of their slogan!)

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• Posted by Jemma Brown
• 24 Feb 08, 11:56 PM

Me and my boyfriend Dave are bringing whole new meaning to this phrase, it comes with being an all VI couple, so far we have however not had any major disasters.

There have been a few accidental head buts and a very scary moment involving my hair and his eyebrow bar, but so far no one has ended up in casualty, this is good.

When out and about we help each other out, Dave can see less than me (most of the time)but is quite frankly awesome at navigating his local area, so much so that he doesn鈥檛 use a cane, in this instance I do, because I鈥檓 a scardy wuss!

Whenever only one of us has are cane out it causes immense confusion to all the normies out there, They all think Dave is fully sighted (sometimes even when his cane is on display) and are surprised to hear that he is the blindest one and I am only partially sighted. So far the most confused people we have come across have been taxi drivers.

There are occasions when we do both get our canes out; this has the full effect of terrifying all around us! It comes in really handy that Dave is left handed and I am right it means we can walk (or skip) along holding hands and both use are long canes to there full terrifying potential! Another thing that adds to the fear factor of other pedestrians is that we walk quite fast so they really do flee for there lives!

When we walk holding hands and canes it also causes huge amounts of hilarity for are friends who laugh extensively whilst saying things like 鈥渋t really is the blind leading the blind鈥� and you no what they are right!

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• Posted by Giraffe-a-licious
• 22 Feb 08, 03:23 PM

Wednesday night saw the 大象传媒鈥檚 Inside Sport programme head off to Beijing to report on various aspects of the forthcoming Olympics and Paralympics. Included in the show was a report by Tanni Grey Thompson focussing on the issues facing Paralympians in particular e.g. disabled access and the attitudes of the general Chinese population. Despite the report being far too short to effectively cover these issues (an hour long documentary may only have scratched the surface of them, let alone a 5-minute slot in a magazine programme) it still managed to make some interesting and valid points.

There are an estimated 83 million people with disabilities in China and they are largely shut away, out of sight and out of mind. As a result the 鈥榥ormal鈥� population are unfamiliar with disabilities. Tanni Grey Thompson related a story from a couple of years ago when she visited Beijing; a passer-by actually came over and poked her to see if she was real!

I鈥檓 aware that there has been a lot of discussion lately about the pros and cons of disability sport. I鈥檇 like to make it clear that I am purely pro-sport. Whether disability sport or not, it is always fascinating to watch competition, particularly on the Olympic/Paralympic stage when we are treated to seeing the best in the world. What hadn鈥檛 occurred to me until Inside Sport鈥檚 report was how such a huge festival of disability sport could change the way that disability is perceived in China. Whilst sport will (and should) be front and centre during those weeks of competition, disability will also share the spotlight. A whole country of people, largely ignorant of so many disabilities, will be forced to change their views and see disability in a new light. Or as a fellow blogger might say 鈥�
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• Posted by Dave Hingsburger
• 20 Feb 08, 07:46 PM

Well, it happened. It's been almost three years now since I've become a wheelchair user. At first I used the wheelchair only in public but walked at home and work. Then, as I wanted to fully participate in my homelife, I began using the chair in the kitchen and to get around in the bathroom. Finally a few weeks ago, I began using my chair at work too. My mobility has increased and I am now much more able to be part of the social world of work - but that last bastion of walking was a hard one to give way. I know, I know, 'disability pride' but allow me a relapse into the 'old me' every now and then.

So as the disability claimed more of my waking life I was fascinated to note that in my dreams, I not only walked, I ran. (I'm fat, always been fat, fat people should never run - I never ran.) My dreams have allowed me physical abilities that I never had. I flew. Over the heads of others. I saw through buildings. While not being superman, at least I was super human. I don't tend to nightmares - so dreams always seemed like a pleasant escape into a world wherein I had greater skill, greater ability and greater control. Rah Dreams.

But last night was different.

Vastly different.

I awoke from a vivid dream wherein I was in a wheelchair for the whole dream. I didn't fly. I didn't have supernatural skills. I just rolled about as things happened. (Forget the dream content, I bore when others tell me their night visions and I refuse to bore others with mine.) My dream wheelchair was much like my real chair. It needed to be pushed and it turns on a dime. The me in the chair in the dream was like me in all dreams - the center of the activity, the center of that world. But in a chair.

Sitting thinking about the fact that the wheelchair had entered my dream world. Had become such a part of me that I couldn't, even in my dream state, be without it. Like dreaming of myself without legs. Without hands. I realized that 'my self' had embraced 'my difference' and that the transition was smooth. One day flying, next day rolling ... move along.

Dreaming disabled ... at night.

Now I have to imagine dreaming disabled ... awake.

There is a challenge I think I'm up to ...

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• Posted by Vaughan
• 20 Feb 08, 12:15 PM

The subject of differences between acceptable and unacceptable disability language in English-speaking countries has come up a number of times on Ouch's blog, as well as on our messageboard, over the years. Now, according to , a US autism advocacy group called has asked American TV network CBS to officially apologise for a comment made by one of the contestants in the current run of the Stateside version of Big Brother.

And the biggest irony of this story? The contestant in question claims that he works for an autism foundation.

Adam Jasinski, who is 29 years old and hails from Florida, was talking on the show about how he wanted to win and scoop the big cash prize so that he could build a hair salon where "retards can get it together and get their hair done". Oh, that's nice then - he was only thinking about disabled people's need for a fashionable hair style. Bless!

But Adam didn't stop there. When another contestant challenged him and said he shouldn't use that term, he replied: "Disabled kids. I can call them whatever I want. I work with them all day, OK?" Um, Adam - surely you should know better then, shouldn't you?

Autism United have been trying to contact CBS to make an official complaint, but in the meantime the network has released a statement calling Jasinski's statement "offensive". Yes, and I wonder what the disabled kids he worked with made of it?

Incidentally, Adam might like to know that a few years ago, Ouch readers from far and wide - including America, presumably - voted "retard" as their most offensive disability-related word.

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• Posted by Wheelchair Dancer
• 19 Feb 08, 06:10 AM

Touring brings out the peculiarities in you. Anxiety. Worry. Fear. Stress. They gang up on you and heighten the little idiosyncrasies. I find myself freaking.

Over critical things like -- does the hotel have a refrigerator AND a microwave (essential for food, heating pads, and ice -- essential, given the hours we keep). Then, there's the "are all of the pieces of my costumes here, what about my chair on the plane, have I packed enough shampoo, inner tubes AND screws?"

I begin to notice my satisfaction at inconsequential details; my bag will be lighter on the way back (or to the next place) because I will have eaten some of the food and used the shampoo, conditioner, and face cream. I feel happy about throwing things away. Old face wipes finished? Yay. Now, onto the glory of the new packet -- yes, it's the same brand, but it is a new pack. It's hard to describe the joy derived from, gasp, a new tube of toothpaste, and, incidentally, the pleasure of tossing the old. Nothing like brushing your teeth at the beginning of a new day with new toothpaste, especially when that day has also had new conditioner! You just KNOW that the performance will be great.

Our schedules mean that we don't always get to explore the city for the local independent cafe or even the nearest Starbucks. I'm picky about my coffee; I won't drink the hotel stuff and good coffee isn't readily available in many of the places we visit. I bring my own: 1lb of coffee, plus filter, and/or French press (cafetiere) travel mug. I heat the water on the stove (if we have one), nuke it if not -- I won't use the room coffee machine. I bring (dark) chocolate-covered Venezuelan espresso beans in case the water is bad or I don't have time or .... Better safe than sorry.

All of this pales beside the work that goes into clothing -- how often will we work outside performance in costume, how sweaty -- can I wear it more than once? How many tops, pants, tights; are washing machines available? Do I have time to use them? Then, there's the body care. Oh yes, body care. Although I have my doctor's office on speed dial, it's often hard to find a 24 hour pharmacy. I pack remnants of every prescription I have had in the past year into my "crack pack;" I pack my current prescriptions. I make sure I will have access to ice; I pack my heating pads. And then there's the daily routines, performed even more thoroughly on performance days -- as if more thorough care and more rigorous stretching augur a good performance. Though, come to think of it, the practice of care does focus my mind on my body and that focus prepares me for performance -- I suppose it does work.

Gven all this, the hardest thing is remembering that I am more than the some of dancer schedule and practices. Somewhere, under all the preparation and stress, is the person I am back home.

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• Posted by Giraffe-a-licious
• 18 Feb 08, 11:16 AM

Well, my medical examination is done and dusted. Phew. That is unless they deny me my incapacity benefit and I have to go to appeal. Gah. But I am in an optimistic mood today and shall not dwell on such thoughts.

I have to say I was rather thrown by the doctor that interviewed me. It鈥檚 my own fault for buying into stereotypes. I was expecting a rather old and curmudgeonly retired GP. Instead I found myself talking with a pleasant, young (and not altogether unattractive) South African doc! Not that it did anything to calm my nerves. Boy was I tense. It鈥檚 just so difficult to ensure that you get all the necessary information across. When most people get nervous their voices get higher, mine gets lower. I鈥檝e already got a pretty deep voice for a girl, so whilst talking to the nice doctor I sounded as though I鈥檇 swallowed a bucket of gravel!

I took my mum in with me, purely for observational purposes. I placed her under a tight gag order which she only breached on a couple of genuinely helpful occasions.

It is a little frustrating that the doctor doesn鈥檛 have any part to play in the actual decision making process. I got the impression that he really understood the problems I face and that I really would be working if I could. All he can do is write his report and hope that those with the power to declare 鈥榶ea鈥� or 鈥榥ay鈥� can kind of get to know me through his remarks. That said a friend of mine once had such an assessment with a doc that seemed nice as pie but then turned in an exceptionally nasty report. As always it鈥檚 just going to be a case of wait and see. I鈥檓 on the edge of my seat鈥�!

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• Posted by Vaughan
• 15 Feb 08, 10:30 AM

Ladies and gentlemen, pray silence for the Lord Mayor of Belfast, Jim Rodgers.

Mr Rodgers is close to becoming something of an unfortunate legend in disability circles. In October last year, he temporarily disabled a local council worker, leaving her with back injuries, after attempting to jump over her during a photoshoot. Oh, and for reasons best known to only the event organisers at the Belfast Botanic Gardens, she was dressed as a tomato at the time.

This led to a 大象传媒 News headline the likes of which we're never likely to see again: . It brings a mayonnaise tear to the eye, it really does. What a s(al)ad story. Ahem.

And now, Ouch columnist Liz Main has sent me another story about Mr Rodgers, this time from the , with the instruction that I should "be nice to the man". As if I'm ever nasty to people I write about on Ouch's blog! Never!

So what has the Lord Mayor been up to? Well, he was on live radio discussion on Wednesday, talking about the poor condition of pavements in Belfast's city centre. At one point, he said that the foothpaths were difficult for disabled people to negotiate, as well as for "human beings". Oops. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

Mr Rodgers was, however, very sorry. He corrected his slip-up at the time, and "[I] made it quite clear that the footpaths were problems for disabled people, able-bodied people and also those with buggies. It was a genuine slip of the tongue made during an early morning telephone call ... There was absolutely no offence intended." He unreservedly apologised, and asked that anyone who had been offended by his remarks should contact him personally.

See? I can be nice. I really can. And if you're reading this, Lord Mayor, this particular "human being" certainly doesn't have any hard feelings, I promise you. All forgiven.

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• Posted by Elizabeth McClung
• 14 Feb 08, 05:05 AM

It had been a night of sleeplessness and pain: my limbs in rebellion. I was going to be late for my hour morning meeting with

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• Posted by Donimo
• 13 Feb 08, 12:38 AM

This evening, my girlfriend is reading as part of a guest readers series for our local gay and lesbian newspaper, . I always go to her readings, not only because I鈥檓 a supportive partner and a big fan of her work, but also because I like to hear other authors and be out in the scene. Unfortunately, I鈥檓 really conflicted about going to this event and it doesn鈥檛 involve not having the right outfit (known in my circles as a 鈥渇ashion crisis鈥�) or feeling anti-social because of being in pain. I feel that if I go I will be selling out my wheelchair using brothers and sisters and I鈥檒l basically suck as an ally.

Here鈥檚 the thing: the venue is not wheelchair accessible. I have pain and can鈥檛 walk far, but I can do stairs and tonight there will be quite a few of them. When I found out that the venue is not accessible, I emailed the organizer and said how really pathetic it is that in 2008, queers with disabilities are still having to fight for basic access to events that are supposed to be for the whole community. For those not in the gay world, let me just tell you that for years and years we鈥檝e been very vocal about making sure that events are accessible. I first started writing letters and making calls around this issue back in 1988. I know than non-gay activists have been working very hard for many years as well, but I think we tend to expect more from gay organizations because they have been so intensely politicized. Gays and lesbians have been working on issues of 鈥渁ccess鈥� (in terms of access to human rights) for many decades now. So, for a large gay newspaper to arrange a reading series at a little caf茅 that sits atop a whole mess of stairs is just bloody wrong. Hence, my angry email.

To his credit, the organizer called me right away to talk about my email. That鈥檚 about where my praise for him ends. He said he didn鈥檛 think about making it accessible. He said it鈥檚 really hard to find a space that has everything they want and this place is licensed and has a piano. Imagine that! No crips in site, but plenty of beer and tinkling ivories. I appreciate ambiance as much or more than the next person, but where are their priorities? I told him I wasn鈥檛 sure I wanted to attend given than a friend of mine who uses a chair could not be there. His answer to that? He and the owner of the caf茅 would be willing to carry anyone up the stairs who needed it. Sigh. Can you understand the depth of my anger and disbelief? I told him that though I couldn鈥檛 speak directly for people who use wheelchairs, I could reasonably assert 鈥揼iven my years in the disability community鈥� that no wheelchair user feels that it is very dignified to be carried into an event. I think the organizer thought he was being very chivalrous. I mean, he had taken the time to call the caf茅 owner before calling me. Too bad he didn鈥檛 call a disability organization and ask about access issues and sensitivity. And then there鈥檚 the plain reality that two fellows can鈥檛 freaking carry a heavy electric chair and its occupant up some old stairs on the outside of a building. Who could even insure themselves for that? This was his solution?

Obviously, I educated the fellow and said that the next reading in the series shouldn鈥檛 be at this venue. He said they had an agreement with the caf茅. A verbal agreement as compelling perhaps as that piano?

My partner wrote to the newspaper and I will write another letter to the editor. We won鈥檛 just let this slide. But what about tonight? Do I go hear her read or do I send another note to the organizers saying that I couldn鈥檛 do it and won鈥檛 support this event? Am I being a jerk and not taking enough of a stand against ableism? Honestly, I'm really not certain. What I am certain of is that I won鈥檛 be silent. It鈥檚 2008 and, yes,we still need to raise our voices and claim our rights.

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• Posted by Giraffe-a-licious
• 11 Feb 08, 01:09 PM

Interestingly I didn鈥檛 get an envelope. I got a phone call. I鈥檝e been summoned. I thought that I鈥檇 be stressed out about the whole thing but actually I鈥檓 strangely calm. I鈥檓 a good few years older than the last time I went for a DWP medical examination and a lot more confident in myself. I know why I can鈥檛 work; I just need to explain it clearly to the appointed Doc. What鈥檚 got me most frustrated is that I鈥檝e got to take the time to go and do it! Ridiculous I know. In all likelihood it will only take a couple of hours in total. But in reality it takes up a whole day.

I never have enough time. My M.E. (I鈥檓 never sure whether to refer to it as 鈥榤y鈥� or 鈥榯he鈥�. I鈥檓 going with 鈥榤y鈥�. I think it helps to indicate that every sufferer experience different symptoms and restrictions) means that I鈥檓 pretty much limited to one activity each day. Whether it鈥檚 a trip to the shops; a hair-cut; or an hour of volunteering somewhere, I usually have to abide by that rule. The rate at which an average week fills up is absurd, especially when you take into account that I need a couple of rest days in there somewhere.

Time becomes a strange entity with this type of disability. Rarely does it pass at a normal speed. It鈥檚 either flying by with disconcerting speed, leaving me unable to fit in everything that I want to do. Or it鈥檚 passing at the pace of a particularly wearisome snail. At which times I鈥檓 usually pretty ill and want nothing more than to fast forward through the next fortnight. I read in the paper last week that scientists think that they may be getting closer to time travel! A time machine could definitely be a useful little gadget but I鈥檇 still prefer a teleporting device. Just picture it. No more transport nightmares or long, exhausting journeys. If all these brains can鈥檛 come up with a cure for this illness, then the least they can do is build me a Star Trek-esque 鈥榖eam me up鈥� machine!

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• Posted by Bipolar Works
• 9 Feb 08, 09:54 PM

In my current job, I work 3 days a week. There are various historical reasons for this. A manic episode in the dim and distant past features somewhere. Such an experience kind of put me off from putting myself at any risk ever again. Using twisted logic, I reckoned that by working 3 days a week, I would allow myself time to recover from the workplace on my days off and therefore reduce the risk of any reoccurrence to a minimum.

However, as I am discovering, this can prove to be counter-intuitive. After all, it is a proven fact that work is therapeutic for people with a mental health condition. So I find myself writing articles for the 大象传媒 and my own website on my days off to try and fill in the time productively, and stop myself from feeling depressed.

The catch 22 is this. All work can be stressful to a certain degree, otherwise it wouldn鈥檛 be work. Starting a new job can be extremely stressful, so how does a person with a mental health condition get over the first 3 鈥� 6 months of a job, where not only do you have to cope with learning new tasks but also have to work out the organisational and office politics and how your new colleagues tick?

Do you apply for part-time work, and then get stuck in a rut doing too few hours in a low grade job? Or do you go in for the all or nothing approach and launch yourself into full-time work?

A possible solution would be to declare yourself as having a 鈥渕edical condition covered by the Disability Discrimination Act鈥� and ask for the following reasonable adjustments.

• A graduated introduction to work where the hours are gradually increased to full-time work over a number of weeks.

• A graduated introduction to the tasks so that you are not overwhelmed from the beginning. This should happen anyway in theory, but (as we all know) often doesn鈥檛 in practice.

And remember, your medical condition is confidential. So don鈥檛 let any interviewer brow beat you into telling them as they are not medically qualified. All you need to say is that you are covered by the Disability Discrimination Act and would be happy to discuss it with a medical professional and let them know what adjustments you require.

What do you think? Have you every tried this approach with an employer? Do you think it would work?

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• Posted by Giraffe-a-licious
• 5 Feb 08, 02:11 PM

I was surprised the other day when a friend of mine used one of those silly Facebook applications to describe me as ambitious. It鈥檚 one of those things that I thought been kicked out of me by my illness. Pre-M.E. I was quite a clever kid (probably a bit of an annoying know-it-all, to tell the truth). My ambitions were the usual: good GCSEs, good A-levels, good degree and a good job. I didn鈥檛 want to be a high-flyer. All I wanted was a nice job that used my talents to their full potential. Although I guess that could quite easily be interpreted as ambition!

Anyhow, funnily enough things didn鈥檛 go to plan. Now aged 23 I have the grand total of 3 GCSEs and 1 A-level, each of them hard-earned but also more valuable to me than they would be to most other people. So what of my ambitions? Well these days they are rather small. Not small to me, but small to the outside world. The bottom line is that all I want to do is be able to support myself and live independently; to have an office job where there is little pressure but a great feeling of achievement. I suppose it鈥檚 why I get in such a stew about benefits forms and medical examinations. They question my desire to work, when there is almost nothing in the world that I want more than the ability to do so. I thrive on feeling useful and languish otherwise.

Lately I鈥檝e embarked on this writing malarkey, although that鈥檚 more out of necessity than ambition! Essentially it鈥檚 just a job that I can do from home. Although whether it will ever become a paying job is another matter!

So are ambitions generally tempered by disability? In my case I鈥檇 be tempted to say yes, but I鈥檝e no doubt that there are many people who are more ambitious because of their disabilities. Or perhaps our ambitions change but not the enthusiasm in which we pursue them? Any thoughts Ouchers?

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• Posted by Vaughan
• 5 Feb 08, 11:22 AM

I'm going to start a new mission on this here Ouch blog. A mission to bring you interesting little factettes that come my way during the average day in the our office.

For instance, we're already 36 days into this year, but I bet you didn't know that 2008 is , did you? Well, you do now. Yes, during the next 12 months (well, 11 months now, because I've only just discovered this), it's everybody's duty to mark the contribution made by support dogs, hearing dogs, guide dogs and, in fact, any other furry four-legged friends who help disabled people with their daily lives.

Not only that, but you can say thank you for their contribution just by sending a letter! Yes, really! Today, the Royal Mail launches a series of stamps to celebrate the roles performed by working dogs in the UK. You can see pictures of the stamps on , including one of a guide dog, and another of an assistance dog that is, very appropriately, posting a letter.

Right, can I have a puppy now?! Please?!

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• Posted by lilwatchergirl
• 3 Feb 08, 07:48 PM

My, what a year 2008 is already turning out to be for disabled people. The British Government condemns two-thirds of . Another mother with mental health problems to fight against a decision to remove her child from her. It begins to become more and more apparent that in this country is inadequate for many disabled people鈥檚 needs. A writer for a national newspaper encourages 鈥� maybe ironically, maybe not 鈥� his readers to . And national newspapers finally begin to highlight the dramatic and terrifying , over the last couple of years, against disabled people in this country. All that from just the last week or so.

I wonder if I can be forgiven for wanting to give up and leave the country at the moment. It鈥檚 not my usual response to such news. I鈥檓 an activist 鈥� if a rather rubbish one 鈥� and when I hear things like this, I usually want to do something. Even if it鈥檚 not much. Writing a letter or contributing ideas to an anti-discrimination forum can have a powerful effects: it can inspire others and lead to group action, which is always more effective than campaigning alone, and it can help me to stop feeling like a victim and start acting like a human being. So why am I finding all of these news stories so overwhelming now, and why does it suddenly feel like 鈥榬esistance is futile鈥�?

The clue might be in the word. Activism. You can鈥檛 complain about poor services, congratulate for good ones, push for changes, raise consciousness or challenge inequality without doing something. That can be a lot to contemplate, when you鈥檙e disabled. I鈥檓 tired out by just living life at the moment. Over the past few months I鈥檝e started working, acquired a new diagnosis (with everything that goes along with that), acquired a head injury by falling backwards off a bus ramp in a powerchair, got used to a manual wheelchair, applied for a uni course, experienced a 鈥榝lare鈥�, seen quite a few nightmarish doctors and consultants and psychologists (how patronising can they be?), had three physiotherapy assessments which all led to absolutely nothing, been signed off sick for a few weeks, and returned to work again鈥� And that鈥檚 with a condition that causes, among other things, fatigue. Fun.

Anyway. Tired. So I avoid doing things. And suddenly we鈥檙e into a spiral of guilt and inaction that helps no one. I have at least three little 鈥榓ctions鈥� I want to take about some of the things I鈥檝e mentioned above, and I鈥檓 not doing them because the mere thought is exhausting.

This is why I think that, perhaps for disabled people more than for any other minority or rights-focused group, it鈥檚 really key that we work together. That doesn鈥檛 necessarily mean doing all the same things at the same time, though. It can mean telling our stories and keeping others informed about the action we鈥檙e taking, and not getting too bogged down in whether it鈥檚 *enough* or not. The most useful 'action stories' I read are at places like the Ouch! Talk messageboard and the forums at , where the tale of one person鈥檚 complaint that led to a small change can be just as important as the recounting of a landmark DDA court case. Some might dismiss this storytelling as nothing but ranting or chattering. I wouldn鈥檛. Action inspired through discussion is powerful, even if that action goes on behind the scenes, on a small scale, quietly and without any fuss.

Tell me about the action you鈥檝e taken that has led to change for disabled people 鈥� on any scale, local or national. You never know whose activism you might inspire. You might even persuade me to get out of bed and write a few letters. Now that would be a triumph.

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