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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 2, 2021
...challenges these obstacles by arguing that society should accommodate impairment as an expected aspect of human diversity.
Under the medical model I am considered disabled because I require a wheelchair for mobility; under the social model I am disabled because so few spaces are wheelchair accessible.
...after two decades of hiding my deafness, I've developed a strong sense of Deaf Pride. This wasn't a swift process, nor an inevitable one. It was only when I encountered Deaf culture in my late twenties that I learnt I could celebrate my deafness, rather than feel like my body is broken.
The labels give me acceptance and community. I'm learning to use the word 'disability' positively - validating and full of strength.
Mental ill-health doesn't live in a hospital or a doctor's office; for many, it is present always. It took me a long time to learn to treat my depression as a companion - rather than a visitor to be immediately escorted away. The constant suggestion that one should 'get better' - 'get better' control of anxiety, 'get better' and stronger physically, 'get better' from incurable conditions - infuriates me. This is my life, for better or worse, or even just for really boring days.
I'd never read a whole anthology of stories about other people's disability and illness without drinking a strong cup of tea first.
Maybe for you it's a large glass of wine, or a stiff beer.
It's not because these collections are too sad, and it's certainly not because they're too boring. It's because some tiny part of my chest tightens, by breathing pauses, and mentally I need to hold up a small umbrella. A nice little umbrella of emotional resistance that lets me sit through the rain of relatable stories about perennial grief, about finding beauty in ugliness, about never taking the little things for granted. So that not a drop of emotion touches me.
My disabilities may limit the length of my life but not its value or its fullness. All lives are marked by grief and joy in equal measure. Nobody loves without suffering and nobody knows gladness without pain. My life is not unique for that, and no more tragic than anyone else’s (at worst a tragicomedy). There are forms of happiness availability to me that I would have never known about if I wasn’t disabled. And I am happier now than ever before. I am living deeply, and fiercely, and without reservation. (Et Lux (also, light), by Robin M. Eames, p.112)
'The social model sees "disability" in the result of the interaction between people living with impairments and an environment filled with physical, attitudinal, communication and social barriers. It therefore carries the implication that the physical, attitudinal, communication and social environments must change to enable people living with impairments to participate in society on an equal basis with others.' (People with Disability Australia, cited on p xi.)
This is a building that was built in 1988 and at the time they were patting themselves on the back for the number of accessible toilets they put in the public areas. But not a single piece of the working areas of Parliament House was built to be accessible, even by 1988 standards. When a man who used a wheelchair, Graham Edwards, was elected to the House of Representatives, they changed an office for him but nobody thought to change anything on the senate side of the building. Because again the thinking was, 'Oh, that's an anomaly, it will never happen again.' ('You Are Enough' p.80)