Ableism Isn’t Nonviolent-You’re Killing Us

Crutches and Spice

Daniel Harris | Mirror UK
I wish I could come up with some clever reaction to the recent deaths of disabled peoples in the last few months. It would make things easier. Instead, I’m going to make your lives a bit more difficult and ask one simple question: how valuable are disabled lives when they’re not inspirational?I once described ableism in terms and stereotypes everyone could understand, but I seem to have been talking to a wall. So, I’ll be blunt. You, as an able-bodied person, are conditioned to watching people like me die over and over again and not to question a thing. You feed yourselves story lines where disabled people are used for their inspirational capital and discarded once the protagonist has gotten where they are meant to be in life. You describe our suicides as freeing and peaceful not even realizing that same rationale was used…

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What’s So Funny About Autism?

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I don’t often watch sitcoms, but I keep hearing people tell me that I absolutely have to watch The Big Bang Theory because one of the characters, Sheldon Cooper, seems to be autistic. I decided to look up some quotes from Sheldon to find out more.

When Sheldon’s friend Leonard says to Sheldon, “It won’t kill us to meet new people,” Sheldon says that it could kill them, because they could meet a serial killer or somebody who is carrying an exotic disease.

When Sheldon hears the term “friends with benefits,” he says that it sounds like one of them should be providing the other with health insurance.

When asked how he feels about Facebook, Sheldon says that he’s a fan of anything that replaces human contact.

One time, Sheldon is working when there’s a knock at the door. Leonard asks, “Sheldon, would you like to get that?”

“Not particularly,”…

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of bullies and the presumption of competence

If we choose to brush by a hard thing because we choose to believe others aren’t aware, what does that really say about us. Presume competence – do the hard, right thing.

a diary of a mom

My friends,

I am so grateful for your love and support for my girl yesterday. I tried to read all of your comments – all 741 of them as of this morning – but eventually it was just more than I could manage, both logistically and emotionally.

I agree whole-heartedly with so much of what you said, first and foremost that as parents we need to not just talk to our kids about acceptance but model it. I was particularly touched by the Muslim mom who pointed out the hypocrisy of so many non-Muslim parents who kick and scream for acceptance for their autistic or otherwise disabled or different kids and then ostracize her son because of his religion. If we are outraged by what we are perpetrating only when it lands on our own laps, we are desperately missing the mark.

But there was something else in the comments…

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Can You Please Wait A Damn Second Before Calling 911

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charles kinsey

I’m sure you’ve seen the latest incidence of unnecessary police brutality – a black healthcare professional named Charles Kinsey who was shot while on the ground with his hands up as he desperately tried to calm his autistic patient. I hope you’re outraged and appalled. And I hope you’re tired of the violence. I am.

I’m not black, but I am a brown mother of brown boys who will grow up to be brown men, and I need you to hear me when I say that I fear for their lives, not because I expect them to do something wrong that will lead to a confrontation with the police, but because I fear that you – you being someone in the general public – will perceive them as a threat where no threat exists, and will call 911 for absolutely no damn reason. If you are reading this and are…

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out of many, 1

a diary of a mom

Last night, Brooke and I stopped into a Russian market about a half a mile from home. I’ve passed the place a thousand times, yet never had any particular interest in going in. But we needed some produce for dinner, traffic was terrible, and, well, there it was, so I figured we’d give it a shot.

When we got home, I texted my dad:

It was AMAZING. It’s so funny because on the one hand it feels entirely foreign, especially given that the Russian on all the packaging doesn’t even share our alphabet, but on the other hand, it’s so familiar!

We walked by rows of cheese and fruit blintzes, all different kinds of pierogis, a huge assortment of smoked fishes and chopped salads of whitefish and herring … and then the baked goods! – pumpernickel breads and flour top rolls and trays upon trays of pastries: elephant ears and…

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Curing Autism

Autism and expectations

Can we talk about a cure?

There’s a real problem when it comes to Autism, and it’s not to be found in us autistics. It’s to be found in the focus of funding.

Time and time again I see people struggling to get diagnosed, and then struggling when there is so little real support post-diagnosis.

The vast majority of funding appears to be spent on finding a cause for Autism, and studying what it really means neurologically.

I’m not saying those things shouldn’t be funded, but that leaves a tiny percent left for actually supporting people.

I’ve recently seen a disturbing comment by a parent of an autistic child, berating an autistic adult for calling themselves autistic, “You wouldn’t call a child with cancer a cancer child!” is the argument.

I wonder if they know how hurtful and offensive that is? I wonder if they realise that they’re comparing a…

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Why I’m a Racist…

Important – insightful

beyondtheglasswall

IMG_3037I am a white american male. I’m married to a beautiful blond-haired green-eyed woman and have two amazing blond-haired blue-eyed boys. I was a blond-haired blue-eyed child who grew up in suburban New Jersey in a solid family with a mother, a father, a brother and two dogs. I lived a life marked by opportunity and forgiveness; and while I may not have always had “much”, I have always had the benefit of the doubt. I was raised to treat everyone equally, regardless of race, or any other demographic for that matter. And while my town may have been predominantly white, I certainly didn’t grow up isolated from other races and cultures. But even with the upbringing and exposure I was blessed with, I’m probably still a racist. I don’t mean racist like a hate filled bigot who dehumanizes and devalues the lives of others based on skin color. I…

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