Another day, another story about a disabled or ill person being killed or left to die. I, for one, would like to discuss it. Here is what I think about it. What do you think?
I identify with much in this post.
I learned I was autistic in my 30s. Not long afterwards, I came across the word chameleon to describe how many autistic people change our communication, voice, interests, and actions to mirror the people we are with, or to fit in with the norms of a group.
Looking back on the way I had survived school, university, workplaces and early motherhood, I totally identified with this description of myself as chameleon. I had indeed skillfully navigated friendships and relationships by taking on the interests and communication style of others.
Having this realisation about my relationships with others was unsettling. I felt like being a chameleon meant I had lost something of myself along the way. It was as if the discovery of one part of me had made the core of me a mystery. I wondered, ‘do I even know who I am and what I like and what I…
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Yes! All of this!
Ever tell someone you have a disability/you’re disabled and they immediately offer an apology? For many of us this happens quite often when you disclose that you have a disability and maybe there’s this accompanying puppy-dog pity look of concern that stops short of a pat on the head and a Paypal offer to your, um..charity case-looking self. Insert tight shot of mouth uttering the slow-mo, deep-voiced utterance of whatever the disabling condition is. *needle scratch* Like dance floor cleared from the fusillade of sulfur-smelling farts you let off or something. When conversations that were surfing levity turn undertow serious. A pearl-clutching concern that never, quite, pans out. Or maybe the reaction is akin to throwback rapper, Positive K’s response of “You gotta what? How long you had that problem?”
This is where you know a person has an “infirmed” but not *informed* idea from a comprehensive perspective of being…
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By Michele Linder and Chelle Wyatt I recently watched American Masters on PBS, Jacques Pépin: The Art of Craft. La Technique: An Illustrated Guide to the Fundamental Techniques of Cooking was Mr. Pépin’s first book and contained no recipes. While other well-known chefs were introducing people to a world around food and the dishes themselves, […]… Continue reading La Technique of Lipreading — SayWhatClub
A couple of days ago a meme starting going around Facebook about Mitch McConnell’s history of surviving polio The thing is, beyond the fact that McConnell did in fact have Polio as a child, the rest of the text is false. His care was not government funded. He received care at the frankly prestigious Warm […]… Continue reading The Truth Behind the Viral Meme about Mitch McConnell and His Fight With Polio.
From the post: “Don’t tell your readers that impoverishment increases the likelihood of illness, that the lack of access to prenatal care and education increases the probability of childhood disability. Don’t tell them that the absence of accommodations in pre-school and all subsequent schooling assures failure for children with intellectual disabilities. Don’t tell them. Just insinuate the poor are up to dirty tricks. Don’t remind your readers that Adolf Hitler called the disabled “useless eaters.””
The Washington Post has published an article that purports to examine a steady increase in disability Social Security claims by poor families. Under the heading “Disabled America” the headline bellows: “One Family, Four generations of disability benefits. Will it continue?” If you’re disabled like me and you’ve a sense of disability history you have to shudder since the half-rhetorical question evokes an edict by Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes who infamously wrote: “three generations of imbeciles are enough” in Buck vs. Bell, a 1927 ruling that upheld the right of Virginia to sterilize “mental defectives” without their consent. (You can read more about the case here.) In short, the Post’s headline raises the specter of eugenics whether the writer or editor knows it or not. Either way its fair to say “shame on them.”
Shame also for committing the journalistic equivalent of what I call “Betsyism” for Betsy…
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I’m going to try these gluten free adaptations of Portuguese favorites.
I’m not gonna lie: Easter is not my favorite holiday.
I don’t mind it at all, but as a lapsed Catholic it always brings up conflict within me. Not that I feel a need to be talked or worked through it, mind you, because I’m very content with my personal beliefs and practices. But my family is very Catholic and our shared holidays are still about, primarily, faith.
I’m all cool with Jesus and Mary.
But here’s where the conflict comes in: homosexuality, abortion, gender inequality. There’s no need to even explain what the conflicts with those are.
I can’t take the good and leave the bad.
So, Easter conflicts me.
How’s that for a horrible introduction to some recipes?
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Becoming deaf and being born deaf have different issues for each person.
Actually, if you “got it” there would not be millions of late deafened adults out there trying to get friends and family to understand what is going on without being considered a crank, a faker, or just delusional.
Most late deafened adults are not totally deaf. We hear environmental noises – like lawnmowers and jet airplanes and car engine motors. Unfortunately, human voices are not in that hertz range. What is a hertz range? I hope Bitco David stops by to expound, but non-sound engineer little me will make a stab at this.
Sound comes in different frequencies. The important sounds to humans is often called “the hearing banana” or “the speech banana” because the range curves like a banana. I’d show you mine, but I’ve misplaced it again. I can’t find a good commons photo, so here’s a linkto a chart.
Once people start losing…
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