#thisisnotaccessibility

I’m coining a new term: “cart blocked.”  When the blue lines of a handicapped parking spot are filled with carts, they make the spot useless to anyone who needs the lines to get out a wheelchair, walker, rollator, or their own disabled human body.  I would not be able to get my wheelchair out.  This Kroger store is a “super” Kroger, and yet only has about six handicapped parking spots, meaning one blocked spot is a serious problem.  Everyone buys groceries, including cripples.  Every I time I go I pass people in chairs, with canes, using the scooters.  Most of us need the spots.

The issue is two-fold.  Ablebodied people often shove their carts in the blue lines rather than walk the longer way to the cart corral or into the store.  And some disabled people are forced to leave their carts there because it’s too difficult to make the trek to the corral or store; the issue here being that the staff are always too slow in clearing the spaces.  I’ve gone into this metro Detroit Kroger, shopped for forty minutes or more, and come out to see lines still filled.  This picture is from summer, but this is a frequent occurrence.

How can ableds help?  Don’t be a cart blocker.  You can help by stopping by the customer service desk and letting them know there are carts filling a handicapped spot if you see it, and if you see someone trying to stash their cart there, call them out.  Explain to the store or the cart blocker why it’s a problem.  If you see a disabled person putting groceries in their car, you can very politely offer to take the cart back for them.  Do remember, though, not to get pushy, invasive, or offended if they say “no.”  They might be able to do it themselves.  If you’re feeling spritely, and see a cart in a spot alone, you can run it to the corral or store yourself.  Keep in mind, it’s the store’s job to do this, so also keep on the customer service desk if you see carts languishing frequently.  Be polite but pushy when it comes to people violating disabled people’s spaces.  This is not acceptable shit.

#thisisnotaccessibility

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Thanks to paulidin for tagging me on a YouTube comment, I’m watching this video and I’m really liking it! mandevillesisters are on Tumblr too!

Why the hell is there not a Disabled Musical? I wanna see wheelchairs and hearing aids and sign language and walking canes all that shit. And no, its not going to be a performance Abled people can point and go, “Haha, look at the cripples!” But a vibrant, philosophical, expertly choreographed, scientifically accurate, mindboggling, jaw-dropping, fantastical experience that will leave human beings everywhere absolutely breathless. Featuring top hits like, “I Can’t Hear You (Say It One More Time)”, ” Wheel On Down the Road”, “You Can’t Define Me”, “Love Me As I Am”, and ” Differently Abled, Not DISabled.” With a diverse cast for viewers of all ages. And just …God, that’d be wonderful.

anonymous asked:

Late reply but I just saw your response to the social model of disability... how is that even relevant? that's like saying if I lived somewhere with no drugs I would still be in too much pain to move because no drugs. Cool. Right now I'm in too much pain to move because society has drugs/surgery and decided I don't deserve them. That is 100% society's fault. Society doesn't have to let you starve cos you can't sit still for 8 hours. Hypotheticals don't change the fact that you live in society.

I live in society. Society doesn’t impact me and my ADHD all that much, except when I have deadlines for work (I work freelance, from home). The fact that I have trouble making and following plans, changing activities, completing projects, and all kinds of other things that are impacted by executive dysfunction? That’s not something society is causing. That’s stuff that impacts my personal life, totally away from society. I have trouble accomplishing the things I want to do in my life, on my own terms, because I like them and want to do them. That’s got nothing to do with society and everything to do with my ADHD.

That’s why I don’t like the social model of disability all by itself. I am objectively disabled, totally apart from society, and I know this because of my life circumstances. My life is easier now that I don’t work outside the home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still disabled.

I prefer the social-relational model of disability. It’s still not perfect, but it explains my life much better than just the medical model or just the social model.

I have a bunch of posts about this over at this blog.

-J

I don’t know what chronic illness you apparently have, but I’m so sorry that it hurts you. Fortunately, any medications to help alleviate pain that have been proven to be safe, healthy, and effective, are pretty available, so I’m not quite sure what you mean by society saying you “don’t deserve them”. 

Here is the way I was taught to think about disability as a social construct:

A disability can be anything that needs an accommodation to fully function. A very simple idea is that of glasses. Those with poor eyesight, can’t see as well as those with perfect eyesight. Glasses are an accommodation meant to assist those with disabled vision. 

It can be as simple as that, but in most cases, things always get complicated. 

The medical model of disability says the person is responsible and at fault for anything bad that happens to them. Either by their own actions or by real chemical complications.

The social model of disability says the world has some issues and it affects people. Society has created stigmas and made disabilities by a comparison on what they deem is “normal”. 

The two work TOGETHER in a way. ADHD can be viewed in the medical model as ADHD is literally chemicals in your brain not doing what they are supposed to. It is also viewed in the social model, in that it is society’s job to accept this disability and work to help.

*MJ*

As MJ and J both said, most disabilities are a combination of both. It’s hard to be an ADHDer because society expects us to do things that are hard to do with ADHD. Society has also provided accommodations and treatments to make some things easier to do. However, my brain is just not as good as most people’s at some things, and the only situation I could possibly imagine in which my different brain would not be in any way disabling is if I were a billionaire and literally had people doing all the things for me. Like paying my bills, answering my emails, making my food, telling me when to go to bed, doing my laundry, driving and parking my car, cleaning my house, hiring more people to do things for me, and going shopping for me. However, in my fantasy of being a billionaire, I always end up becoming an eternal student and studying everything because I like studying things, and even with people doing literally everything else but my research for me, and even though I would love my research, I would procrastinate my research and not do it until I freaked out at the last minute. So even then, I would be disabled by ADHD.

—Elise

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was curious if you have any fics tagged with a disability. Of course, there is Charles paralysis, but I have read a few Tony/Bruce ones where they're blind, deaf, or have a physical or even a mental disability. I was curious if there were any in the Cherik fandom-because I haven't found any yet. Thanks for reading! ^^

My Disability tag includes any fics with any sort of disability. (There’s a separate one for Charles in the wheelchair specifically)

It’s a new tag so I’m not sure I’ve remembered to tag everything, but I know there’s one fic where Charles is born blind.

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I do love it when people tell me I “don’t look like someone who has Aspergers/anxiety/depression”. What, am I the wrong colour? Have too few eyes? Is my hair the wrong shape?
What they’re basically saying is “you’re disabled so you shouldn’t be able to be attractive” or “huh, I’ve only seen people with your condition look miserable and everything outwardly”. Both of which are fucked up as shit.

This photo was taken after I went to get my hair cut in December, the first time I’d left my house for over 2 weeks at that stage. I had a panic attack in the car driving the 2 mile drive into our nearest village and I had to stim the whole time getting my hair cut because it was too loud in the salon and the hairdresser kept talking to me, then sat in the car for 20 minutes before I had psyched myself up to driving home (that 20 minute pep talk was when I took this photo - I didn’t take a selfie while driving, obviously). So yeah, I look good because I was SUPER PROUD OF MYSELF for making that effort and for dealing with those things and not breaking down, and doing things that make me look good help me feel a bit less shit about being incapable of stuff 80% of the time. So no, I don’t look like I have an invisible disability or mental health issues unless you want to put me in an MRI or dissect my brain.
I look pretty sometimes. I have a disability all the time. The two have ZERO connection.

Depression

How is it that you can have depression for the majority of your life but still struggle with recognizing when you’re depressed. I need people to understand that this is the power of depression. It literally becomes you. People think that depression happens to you and you say, “I am depressed. My preferences, opinions, feelings, likes, dislikes, sleep patters and more are changing. This isn’t me. This is my mental illness.” No depression seeps into your fucking pores and crawls into your soul and convinces you that you are someone and something you have always been and that this is how it will always be.

I just got a message (that I didn’t publish) that made me think about accessibility and clothing and you know what I’d really like? Clothes that are already durable to chewing would be so amazing for me. Like maybe cuffs and collars that are lined with leather. I would prefer that so much more than chewable silicone necklaces. The necklace I got was cute, but obvious, a little ugly, and not totally my style. It’s also not completely conducive to my chewing preferences, as I found out; I got accustomed to chewing either cloth or pens growing up, so leather would be closer to that than silicone.

I’m 24 years old, and I’m disabled by various conditions, particularly SLE (systemic lupus erythematosus) and hypermobility. These conditions damage tissues and organs throughout the whole body, meaning I have many secondary diagnoses due to them, including scoliosis, hip impingement, joint…

My wonderful friend is trying to raise funds for a motorized wheelchair. This would help him so much! Please help a fellow #spoonie out and donate/signalboost!