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The Great Wall Of Inequity

So this is what broken feels like, I think as I slump against an all too familiar wall of inequity dividing the labyrinth of my life. The blue sky is ever watchful above me. I glance at it hopefully. A tiny, distrustful part of me is afraid it won’t be there, even though it’s been over a year since that fateful afternoon when it first appeared literally out of nowhere. It surprises and delights me with its audaciousness. I still remember climbing on the outdoor table to reach it. It’s the same table I sit at now, wondering if I will find the strength and stomach to get back up this time, and continue onward, the way I’ve done so many times before. The problem is, this feels different. This doesn’t feel like the exhaustion between battle rounds. This feels like a shedding of something I’m yet to put my finger on. And if I weren’t quite so shamed, shattered and […]

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Disability, Ableism And Inclusion. Oh My!

Ableism comes in many forms, and despite what we like to tell ourselves as a society regarding our progress in this area, I think we are failing. We are failing the ghosts of advocates past, present and future by our tendency for play acting, rather than truly acknowledging our shortcomings and moving forward in any meaningful way. Even today, with all the advances in disability rights, legislation, inclusivity, human centred design, and supposed social understanding, sometimes I have to wonder if the push for inclusion is just a box ticking exercise with no intention to back it up. So often the powers that be apply no substance, logic, or practical application to their methodology. It is as though they almost deliberately leave a fundamental piece of the puzzle out of the equation, and thereby set us up to fail, while still being able to make themselves feel good about just how generous they are by allowing us to dwell within society. […]

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Advocacy Is Like Doing The Dishes

For me, advocacy is not a choice. It is a chore. Rather like doing the dishes. If I don’t tend to them, then how do they become clean and ready for their intended purpose. Sure, I can leave them for a meal, but what happens when I run out? I can switch to paper plates as an alternative, thus ignoring the problem a little longer. However, that isn’t sustainable or practical. So what happens when I inevitably run out of those? Then what? I eat off the floor? My point is, that if I don’t advocate, or do the dishes, things can get a little crazy, and I have no one to blame but myself if I am unhappy with the outcome. For if only I had taken care of the details of life in the first place, or at least tried to contribute to preventing the situation from getting out of hand, I would have saved myself some present or […]

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