handicap access

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to get tickets for Muse in September and the cheapest decent seats are like $150 and I want to cry why is it so much (I also saw some front row, handicap accessible tickets up for $10,000 like who has that kind of money for one show)

uhhhh thats rough! who has that kind of spare cash

I wrote a huge rant that could be summed up by saying Japan doesn’t give a shit about disabled people or even understand what it is like to be human sometimes. Whenever I write something like that I always remind myself to give it time before posting so I went to physical therapy first.

I felt better after physical therapy.

I still need to figure out how to get the fuck out of here though. Being able to walk a little bit has actually made things worse instead of better because it has made me re-realize how much longer I have to go.

Ready or not though I have to get up my apartment staircase next week anyhow to find my bank book because my ATM card stopped working. Finding that out and going to the bank in pajamas and crutches as my boss pulled me up the steps (because not even banks are handicap accessible) to be rejected was yesterday’s adventure.




Ultra-Glamorous private dining can be found on in our Skylight Room.  Vaulted ceilings and a tremendous and inspirational skylight sets the tone for a special evening.  For large parties one can also use the Runway Room and have exclusive use of the entire first floor. There is also a handicap accessible bathroom on this floor.

These rooms can be combined to accommodate 100 Seated // 120 Reception

“Hi, can I trouble you for a minute of your time?” Holly asked the passerby. “I’ve got a petition here to get handicap accessible bathrooms in every building on campus. We need five hundred signatures before we can take it to the Dean. Your support would mean a lot to me and all the other differently abled students on campus.”


[Image description. Photo one: A black Jeep parked on the blue lines of a handicapped parking spot, with a blue four door sedan to its right, in the actual spot. Photo two: A handwritten note on a half sheet of paper in sloppy handwriting. Text of note follows below.]

I went to my my pain doctor’s office this Wednesday and saw this car. My car is out of frame to the left. This person had a handicapped parking placard on their rearview mirror, so I tried to be much nicer than I would have been with an abled driver, but I still left a note. Below is the note’s text:

“Just fyi, the blue lines at the handicap spaces are for those of us with wheelchairs and ramps. You are blocking me from getting my chair out. I understand there are not enough spots, but this just makes other disabled people’s lives harder. Join me in asking for more handicap parking!”

This person was in an awkward spot, both literally and metaphorically. There are not enough handicapped spots, a sad circumstance for a pain doctor’s clinic, so I simply asked for help in asking for more spots.

You ableds have NO excuse, however.

So I went grocery shopping in my wheelchair alone for the first time tonight and I guess it wasn’t too bad, despite the anxiety and trying to get my groceries to the car. I was incredibly shaky and I felt incredibly weak from the moment I got out of the car and wrestled to get my wheelchair situated, but I managed to get enough Powerade and instant rice to last me a little while. The basket fit in my lap nicely and I only got enough stuff to fill it. They took my basket at checkout though so I had to awkwardly set uneven spilly bags on my lap as I wheeled outside. I think I confused the guy behind me in checkout as I stood up from my chair to pay (this Kroger’s card machines don’t tilt down / come off the counter - way to be handicap accessible), but this is nothing new because I do this when people are with me too. I definitely got glared at by an old man as I wheeled to my car in the handicap spot. It was the “how could you possibly be disabled” look. My anxiety is still high, but that’s par for grocery shopping on my own without my wheelchair, so I figured it would be worse with the chair. The more I use the chair in public, the weirder I feel about my illnesses and the more I realise how freaking inaccessible pretty much everything is…

Handicapped/disabled bathroom stall rant

Yesterday, at the Convention I attended, I went to the women’s restroom before traveling home, & saw that someone was in the handicapped stall.

The restroom had 10-12 stalls available, & there were SEVERAL vacant ones, but this “snowflake” chose to use the ONLY handicapped/wheelchair accessible stall.  

I usually check to see if the person has a mobility aid (walker, cane, wheelchair, or the like) or a guide/service/support dog to see if they should’ve used the stall - no such devices or guide/service/support animal in this case.  (If someone does have a device, I just wait my turn, with no problem.)  

I waited.  And waited.  And then I saw this snowflake shuffle her legs in the “comfortable” position.  We all know that position:  It’s the one you use when you know you’re going to be there for a hot minute to drop a deuce.  

At this point, I’m livid because I had been waiting a good 2 minutes.  

I storm out the bathroom, bitching.  And I do mean bitching.  That was the ONLY bathroom on that floor, & I was not about to take the elevator just to go to the restroom.  

I almost went in the men’s restroom.  I was that angry about it.  

I decided to go back in the women’s bathroom to see if she was still in there.  By now, about 4 minutes had passed since I left the restroom.  

When I returned, she was on her feet, about to exit the stall.  

The snowflake looked at me, & gave me a smile.  

This heffa don’t know how close she got to being karate chopped in her throat by someone under 4 feet tall on wheels.  I was beyond pissed at this point.  

Women are some of the most raggedy, selfish people when it comes to the restroom & handicapped stall etiquette.  If you, or someone you are accompanying, isn’t disabled, as well as that stall being the only one available to use, take your walking ass to the other stalls.  

The next time this happens (because there WILL be a next time since folks love to hog the handicapped stall), I’m going to the men’s restroom.  Damn waiting.  

You able-bodied folks get on my damn nerves with that mess.  

TL;DR:  If you’re not disabled, stay out of the damn handicapped stall.  

“We’re science club friends.”
“We’re at the DDP, the fashion center of Seoul. Why did a bunch of science club friends come here?”
“We are investigating handicap friendly facilities in our club. We thought everyone should be able to enjoy the culture of fashion if they want. But, we still are finding far less handicap accessible facilities than we thought we would.”

“저희는 과학동아리 친구에요.”
“여기 DDP는 패션 문화의 중심지인데, 왜 과학동아리 친구들끼리 왔어요?”
“동아리에서 장애인을 위한 편의시설 조사 중이에요. 패션 문화는 누구나 다 즐길 수 있어야 한다고 생각하거든요. 아직 생각보다 편의시설을 많이 못 찾았지만요.”

In the alternative timeline...

There’s a letter in Chloe’s room (or house I forget) that is a personal letter from principal Wells saying he cannot make Blackwell accessible to Chloe.

This is bull shit

This is illegal

His reason is some BS “pre 1977” crap and he “doesn’t have the funds”

The state will pay to make the building accessible to handicapped people. It is a federal law that they cannot turn down a student for being handicapped.

If they truly don’t have the funds they can file with the state and get ramps put in for Chloe

Then he says Chloe should go to a dominantly handicapped school which infuriated me more

If any of you find yourself in this situation it is illegal and it is bull shit. It’s fucking BS if they say cannot do it. You can sue them and win if they turn you down because of their disability and I’m honestly very sad Joyce and William did not know about this.

It’s always real obvious to tell the difference between someone who truly understands their privilege and how it unfairly affects those at a disadvantage to them VS an “alley” who thinks they’re doing the underprivileged a favor.

With those “allies”, their “Allyism” always comes with conditions: they’ll say things like; “Okay so if I’m going to be reblogging and marching for these black children being murdered I should be able to say nigga! Like I’m practically black!” They’ll all of a sudden be super concerned with regulating things like handicap accessible parking and who is “handicap enough” to be able to have access to that. They’ll be all for doxxing motherfuckers and fighting the good fight right until they get called out for something and all of a sudden they start ranting off all the “good” they’ve done for the underprivileged like a fucking resume, like it somehow makes them exempt from ever saying or doing anything offense or problematic. They think their “support” in others trying to gain BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS, is their favor to others.

They don’t understand their privilege like they pretend to do because if they truly understood privilege, the would understand that the privilege they have is not something that is earned or rightfully warranted to them. Regardless of what kind of privilege; race, class, ableism, cisism, sexism,  they do not deserve a better quality of living than absolutely anyone and working towards making the world a better place for everyone is not and never will be on “their terms.” they’d understand that they don’t get a special super human badge of honor for supporting the plight of these people that they claim to support, you are doing the bare fucking minimum. THE BARE FUCKING MINIMUM.  You’re not special for pretending to be empathetic — whether or not that empathy is real I can’t be the one to say — but if it was, I would never have to deal with messages that in more or less words are saying things like: “I understand I can’t “say” nigga but what if I like a post on tumblr??!” or “I know due to colonialism and white supremacy your culture has been systematically demonized but I saw AHS and took a black studies course so would it be okay if I practice voodoo now?” NO.

these conversation should NEVER fucking EVER be centered around you, around what the privilege can or cannot do, around what you have and have not done. Having to hear your voice, your opinion, your anything is exactly the fucking problem. There’s been enough of that, historically and otherwise

If your focus is not amplifying the voice of those who are fighting the fight for their own people you are doing it all fucking wrong. 


Here’s the other side of the Bombardier Amtrak Superliner “Transition Sleeper” which allows passage from the second floor of a Superliner to the single level passenger cars that Amtrak also uses. These Transition Sleepers are also handicap accessible. :)

Here, we see Transition Sleeper #39005 sitting outside Bombardier’s factory in Barre, Vermont.

1 in 4 have a mental illness, but can you honestly look around and think of accurately diagnosed friends, getting the help and support they need? I challenge you to think about why others act the way they act. Certain characteristics and eccentricities are often deep frustrations, with no language or outlet to escape. I was diagnosed with OCD at age 14, but at 19, am still finding ways it impacts my life everyday. I look back and see an explanation for my behaviors, where others often found laughter, or frustration.

Choosing people and labeling them as “lesser than you” because of some distinguishing feature is no different than the very foundations of racism. Trying to build a world for a specific type of person. 20% of the buildings on my colleges multi-billion dollar campus are handicap accessible. We know handicap people exist, so what is it? Do we just not care enough?

These behaviors will transfer to your college life, and I promise you it will no longer be cool to disrespect women, there will be women with dyed hair and septum piercings in a Starbucks line peering over your shoulder, holding you accountable for your words. In our high school, we are very sheltered from other cultures and ethnicities. At Brown, I was
forced to be conscious of the way I spoke, and fast. It wasn’t acceptable to make jokes at others expenses’ and I realized I did it for so long because no one was there to hold me accountable.

I’m telling you now, you are accountable. For every thought. Every action. Every small energy you put back into the universe has your name on it, so make sure it’s a good one.

—  Excerpt — ‘A Sophomore Comes Back To High School’ speech