This person visited my blog over one hundred times to send view all my personal posts, photos, and my about me in order to abuse me. But, that’s not the scary part.
This person changed their story at least three times throughout the abuse, initially claiming on another persons blog to be a person with severely hemiplegic cerebral palsy and trying to continue that on my blog while not knowing that spastic was a medical term. Then, they bragged about being able to out run me in a wheelchair. Then, they said they were a (presumably straight given the homo and transphobia of their responses) woman. Then, they tried to insult me be saying they wouldn’t approach me or view me in a romantic context. But, that’s not the scary part.
They abused me for two and half hours, growing increasingly irate that I wasn’t being upset by it. My sarcastic responses and trolling made them angrier and angrier, they pulled more stories out of their ass about dead grandmothers and that I was the one being abusive here. But, that’s not the scary part.
The claimed to be disabled themselves while calling me “quad”, “idiot”, and “moron” and “insane”. They couldn’t figure out how a person with my kind of cerebral palsy could function without a wheelchair while they apparently didn’t need one. But, that’s not the scary part.
The scary part is the isolation the ableist feels from the true reality of a disabled persons life, even if they themselves are also disabled. I need a cane and sometimes a walker to stand for long periods of time, and to carry heavy loads. I can’t tie shoelaces and need assistance cutting food. I still need help dressing sometimes. I am indeed a quadriplegic, I have spastic quadriplegic cerebral palsy. I have autism. I am mentally ill.
But, I’ve also done five mile runs. I’m extremely agile and have won wrestling matches just by being smart about dodging and doing a hopping “boxers stance” so as to not need any mobility devices. I’ve never done a pushup in my life, but I’ve done sections of 50 and 100 sit ups. I’ve played hockey and jumped over hurdles and high jumps for fun. This is not something impressive to me, it exists just fine along side the difficulties. It is a bit contradictory, but if the world has room for alcoholic priests and pro life gun nuts then it certainly has room for me.
To people like my anon, its still the 1930s. Disabled people are still locked in the attic to keep in line with the Ugly Laws. We are still taken away from our parents at birth and locked in institutions. We still have no potential.
To people like my anon, there are certainly no disabled geniuses and no paralympians, just as there are no quadriplegics that can stand unassisted for a moment or two to take a selfie.
Any disabled person reading this is all too aware of what happens when sections of the population are deemed to be without heroes and without every day citizens. To an ableist, even a disabled abelist, we are an alien species like some sort of insect. Who feels bad for stepping on a bug?
What stands out for me the most is that as an apparently disabled person, my anon felt the need to define themselves in opposition to me. They are a good, college attending, cisgender, white, American as apple pie cripple. They are most certainly not a radical on government benefits. They are in college, they are making someone of themselves!
If you are reading this, anon, know that you don’t have to fit in to able bodied standards to be successful. You don’t need to be a little less crippled then me to be someone, you are already somebody just as all disabled people are somebodies. I hope nobody who reads this ever feels the need to abuse someone like me ever again.