First image: Black text on a distressed red background that reads “Disability is not a slur.
Second Image: Black text on an orange distressed background that reads "Autism/Autistic is not a slur.”
Third image: Black text on a yellow distressed background. It reads “We need to destigmatize the word disability. It’s not a slur, it’s not a swear word, and it’s not dirty. It’s simply a descriptor/label. But you know what are slurs? Words that actually hurt disabled people? The r-slur, cripple, lame, dumb, handicapable, deranged, deformed, crazy, insane. Most of these are still used as insults. Or equated to something bad.”
Fourth image: Black text on a red distressed background. It reads “Disabled people are already living in a world that was not made for us. A little consideration, even just about word choice, can make all the difference.
Fifth image: Black text on a yellow distressed background. It’s titled ‘Sources’ at the top of the image, which is then followed by a list of sources:
Something that I was unable to mention in the above infographic, the reason that words like insane or crazy are harmful because they reinforce that those are morally awful, horrible things, or at the very least something to be ashamed of. This is inaccurate and it only adds to the saneist propaganda already out there. The same goes for using the words 'blind’ and 'deaf’ in the wrong situations, like saying "Man I’m so deaf hahaha” or “Wow I really must be going blind.”
taxes. [image: taken from my viewpoint so that arm and joystick of my powerchair are visible. Across from me is a desk with papers and the keyboard my tax advisor is working at]
I did it! I vlogged nearly a whole day! I got a bit carried away and filmed a lot more of Granville island than I meant to. I hope the footage comes out okay ^_^ my hope is editing these will be a little quicker. I need to learn to be less precious with them! Almost impossible for an obsessive perfectionist.
A photo posted by Kristen Hipwell (@kristen__noel) on
Caption by kristen__noel on Instagram:
Collarbone has been stuck forever..the rest of me is like jello. Today’s heat and sun were way too much even for the brief amount of time I was outside. Brace yourselves….summer is comming.
When I was a little girl, I saw myself as beautiful. Like fairy-princess riding a glass carriage to the ball kind of beautiful. I woke and ate and dressed and played and slept believing this. When I got a bit older, I started to pick up on the way people looked at me. They rushed to help me, seemed sad or even proud when I smiled, and stared at my paralyzed legs. I noticed that none of the fairy-princesses on the screens looked anything like me. And this is when I started to piece it together – girls that looked like me were usually pitied, could maybe become inspirational, but were never beautiful. So I found ways to hide myself, obscure my imperfections, point the camera away from my paralyzed legs. But here I am, thirty years old, finding my way back to the little girl who saw herself as beautiful, who wasn’t afraid to put on a lacy floor-length dress, just to go to the library, who didn’t try to hide, who felt worthy of admiration. Day by day, I am building my beauty uniform – the space I slip into that invites me to relish in my own particular beauty, to be seen without shame.
A photo posted by steelwheels76 (@steelwheels76) on
Caption from steelwheels76 on Instagram:
One of my hobbies is #woodcarving . I kinda have major loss of function in my hands, which complicates things. Most of my hobbies require dexterity and the use of tools and/or knives - painting, sketching, cooking, gaming. Sometimes I think I do these things out of pure spite.
My YouTube upload from last week. I’m both a wheelchair user and I receive all essential nutrition via a feeding tube that runs into my intestines. This doesn’t mean I can’t still enjoy the normal pleasures of life, sometimes it just means adaptations, and smaller amounts of said pleasures than is considered ‘normal’.
This is a painting my friend Mandy painted of me from a self portrait during a hospital stay just over a year ago. While a hospital stay isn’t necessarily a normal part of life for most people, Mandy reposted it to bring awareness to the DisabilityIsNormal project.
I strongly believe it should be normal for disabled people to be depicted in all forms of art and media. While my personal opinions on what constitutes ‘normal’ are complicated and I don’t believe we should have to strive to be ‘normal’, I <b>do</b> think that disability should be (and is) a normal part of life for everyone in the world.
This will only be acknowledged and true when everyone stops ignoring disability. With movements like #SayTheWord, #DisabilityIsNormal and the various campaigns to get real, honest disability representation in the media, we will get there.
in honor of #rarediseaseday here’s a full body photo of me rocking my knee braces. i’ve mentioned having ehlers-danlos syndrome twice before on this account, but it’s something that affects my day to day life, so why not talk about it a few times?
“The singer saw "100,000 doctors” before getting diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, Sjogren’s syndrome, mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS), and postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS).
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Halsey later celebrated finally having diagnoses Wednesday in an Instagram Story post, writing that knowing the names of what she’s been feeling was a long time coming.
“I just want to clarify, for the benefit of friends of friends who may have any of the diagnoses that I recently shared, I didn’t 'just get sick’ I’ve been sick. For a long time,” the post read. “My sicknesses just have their names now. I went to doctors for 8 years. Trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I was called crazy and anxious and lazy amongst other things. I changed my entire lifestyle.”
They added: “Don’t roll your eyes at your sick friends. They could be fighting a battle that they haven’t named yet. Ya know?”
lol @ how abled people park in disabled parking spaces, but have the audacity to scream at ambulatory disabled people for doing so because “that space isn’t for you!”
Abled privilege is being able to do something or go somewhere completely spontaneously, without having to plan everything out three weeks in advance or make a million contingency plans.
There is no such thing as being “disabled” enough. You are enough, and you have the right to use whatever aids or supports you require in order to navigate this world.
First image: Black text on a distressed red background that reads “Disability is not a slur.
Second Image: Black text on an orange distressed background that reads "Autism/Autistic is not a slur.”
Third image: Black text on a yellow distressed background. It reads “We need to destigmatize the word disability. It’s not a slur, it’s not a swear word, and it’s not dirty. It’s simply a descriptor/label. But you know what are slurs? Words that actually hurt disabled people? The r-slur, cripple, lame, dumb, handicapable, deranged, deformed, crazy, insane. Most of these are still used as insults. Or equated to something bad.”
Fourth image: Black text on a red distressed background. It reads “Disabled people are already living in a world that was not made for us. A little consideration, even just about word choice, can make all the difference.
Fifth image: Black text on a yellow distressed background. It’s titled ‘Sources’ at the top of the image, which is then followed by a list of sources:
Something that I was unable to mention in the above infographic, the reason that words like insane or crazy are harmful because they reinforce that those are morally awful, horrible things, or at the very least something to be ashamed of. This is inaccurate and it only adds to the saneist propaganda already out there. The same goes for using the words 'blind’ and 'deaf’ in the wrong situations, like saying "Man I’m so deaf hahaha” or “Wow I really must be going blind.”
