like. dude. listen. you cant put shit out in the world without at least some semblance of the awareness that, wow, huh, maybe that’s actually regurgitating a really harmful idea!! maybe i should look deeper into my own biases and examine why theyre there!!! ethics 101!!
theres this super fucking pervasive idea that disabled people–in this case, let’s say particularly blind people–are the victims of some horrible tragedy. fight ableism because “that could be you one day!! [shudder]”, or ditch the fighting ableism completely like most people. that could be you one day. oh god. how terrifying. imagine a life like that!
when i went blind i spent like a week in the hospital bingeing everything on netflix that had audio description (at the time this was: daredevil, criminal minds, sherlock bbc, and glee) and getting an alarming number of blood draws. it was pretty chill. i didnt really have my official freakout until a couple weeks later, after…wait for it…a professor failed me rather than deal with the inaccessibility in her own coursework and told me i should drop out, because academia was no place for someone like me.
i was pissed at first. im still pissed. meet me in the fucking pit, laurie, the 504 coordinator can be our referee.
but after a little while it set in that, oh right, i can’t read. oh right, i can’t currently cross the street on my own. on right, i cant, i cant, i cant. everything that everyone had ever said was such an awful fate to be subjected to sunk in all at once and i think i ended up crying over not being able to finish dragon age: inquisition.
i dont even like dragon age.
it took like…..a while……..to remember that life has intrinsic value. that theres nothing actually all that important about being sighted. there are some things i cant do anymore but that isnt the end of the world, and like, hell, there are some perks, too! i never have to see benedict cumberbatch’s face ever again, for one.
i got through my little breakdown pretty quickly, and into a stage in my life where my blindness was something that defined me – and that that wasnt a bad thing. i know im lucky for that. i know if i werent already a cr*p it probably would have been a lot harder. i know other people still struggle with the idea that they’re useless, or that their existence is tragic. i have those moments too.
and like, spoiler alert, if y'all fuckers and your “isnt it so sad that matt doesnt know what foggy looks like”, [something something inaccessible disney channel cartoon], etc etc thought you werent involved here, you thought wrong. those ideas are part of the problem. you are part of the problem. maybe you dont think that its a big deal because you’re not necessarily espousing eugenics (side-eyeing u transhumanists real fuckin hard rn), but it is. casual ableism like that, like it’s a no-brainer, of course blindness is terrible, of course it’s something to fear, of course… that has an impact.
grow the fuck up. think critically about the kind of shit youre putting into the world. be better