Blog Quickie: From “Why” to “How?”

Why do disabilities happen? It’s a fair question, and one I’d guess 90-100% of people have asked at least once. (If you haven’t, you will). We try to come up with answers. Religious faiths from Judaism, Christianity, and Islam to Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism have faith-based answers, although those are often partial and not disability-specific. The medical world can sometimes offer answers; for example, if a mother drinks or does drugs while pregnant, her baby may sustain an intellectual or physical disability as a direct result. Educators offer answers based on human diversity, population changes, environmental factors, and adaptability.

Everywhere we look, there are answers or theories as to why disabilities happen. Some disabilities get more attention than others these days; there are literally thousands of theories on autism alone. Ellen Siedman, the writer of a recent article on Parents Magazine website, reports having read countless articles on why disabilities happen in the space of one week.

The science and rhetoric behind all this will make your head spin. Now, correlation doesn’t always equal causation. Despite this truth, scientists, doctors, educators, clergy – practically any professional who draws breath – is eager and maybe desperate to know why disabilities happen. Just for the funzies, I’m going to list a few theories/causes for you now. Note that they will not be tied to any specific disability because if you can find a disability, you can probably find a proponent of some cause.

-Illness, infantile or otherwise (e.g., meningitis, high fevers, viruses, encephalitis)

-Alcohol and/or drug abuse

-Genetic risk factors

-Premature birth

-Age or overall health of mother






-Dairy of any kind

-Too much exercise or not enough

-Multiple births (twins, triplets, etc.)

-Socioeconomic factors (some studies conclude children born in orphanages, the Third World, etc. have a higher chance of experiencing developmental delays)

-Abuse or neglect of child, often in infancy or toddlerhood

-Exposure to radiation from microwaves, computer screens, cell phones, tablets…oh, you get it already

-Use of certain household cleansers (bleach, Windex, etc.) or pesticides

And on and on it goes, ad nauseam.

I’m not going to tell anyone it’s wrong to ask “why.” “Why” is not only a valid question, but perhaps one of the most important we in the disability can ask. Even if there are no satisfactory answers, it’s sometimes necessary to ask why so we can heal. Speaking from personal experience, asking “why” releases a pressure valve on sadness, anger, frustration, confusion, or anything else disability might make you feel. Furthermore, if we never ask “why,” we’ll never fully progress in our understanding of disability and PWDs. If we never ask how disability came about, we’ll never ask how to treat the people with it. We’ll never question if we are doing right by our fellow people.

But obviously, a problem comes in when we focus too much on “why.” As Ellen Siedman put it, “I have a super awesome kid”–and that kid happens to have a disability. As his mother, Ellen wants to raise him as best she can, to have the best quality of life he can. And for her, that means at some point, asking “why” has got to stop. She’s got to move from “why” to “how.”

Note that “how” is a question, too. I believe the key to dealing with disability in our world is to keep asking questions. Never shut questions down (unless they’re the bigoted kind, but that kinda goes without saying). The thing to focus on is the kind of questions we ask. Whether you are a PWD yourself, the parent of one, the coworker of one…no matter who you are, you eventually must stop asking why it happened. Put away the questions, “Why does Amanda have CP? Why was Elliot born with Down Syndrome? I know Jamal has MS; what does that mean, what’s wrong with him, and how did it happen?”

Hyper-focusing on these questions will keep the focus on the disability, not the person. They reinforce the idea that PWDs have something “wrong” with them. They keep the focus on treatment and normalization, not living daily life. I propose instead we start asking how.

-How can we improve our attitudes toward disability?

-How can we be the best coworkers, friends, parents, and lovers to PWDs that we can?

-How can we teach ourselves to think outside the box?

-How can we participate in the therapeutic treatment of PWDs? How can we use what we learn, coupled with what they have learned, to improve quality of life?

-How can we recognize our mistakes when it comes to disability, and keep from repeating them? (I highly recommend investigating history; I’m in the middle of Kim E. Nielsen’s enlightening book A Disability History of the United States. I also recommend What We Have Done, a book that discusses the disability rights movement from the 1950s-1990s).

-How can we educate ourselves about more disabilities, even and especially those that seem foreign to us or are relatively new to the medical/scientific world?

-How can we embrace disability as a natural part of culture and diversity? How can we expand the freedoms of PWDs so it becomes as natural to see them working, marrying, birthing, raising, and living as it is to see a black, Jewish, LGBT, or Asian person? So that it becomes as natural to hear their voices as it is to hear a voice with a regional or international accent?




What Disability Advocates Can Learn from House Elves

Hello, readers,

So, the first question on your mind must be, where have I been? I’m here, but I ran out of ideas for awhile. And frankly, I didn’t feel much like writing. Disability rights and the issues pertaining to them are all around me, but sometimes I just can’t confront them. I can’t deal with the mixture of frustration, anger, fear, hope, confidence, and the vague feeling that I’m crazy for continuing to talk about this when very few others seem to care. I can’t deal with the idea that the majority of people don’t even think about disability rights unless they’ve been personally affected. I can’t keep going on alone. Sometimes I need a good, long sabbatical.

Well, I had one and now I’m back, with a radical and thorny question. This question formed in my mind a while ago, but didn’t return to the surface until a few days ago.

I’m still reading the Harry Potter series for the first time; I’m now up to Goblet of Fire. If you’re a Potterhead, you might know Goblet is the book in which Hermione becomes aware of how House Elves live their lives. She’s absolutely disgusted at what she witnesses and considers House Elves’ work slave labor.

By modern American standards–most modern world standards, I’d hazard to guess–Hermione is right. House Elves are, no other way to say it, treated like crap. They aren’t paid for their work or given any other benefits (sick leave, healthcare, vacations, you name it). Their masters and mistresses own them, and can force the elves to do their bidding even if said bidding frightens the elves (see the case of Winky). Elves can be forced to do things that are ethically and morally wrong. They can be blamed for anything and everything, and when they are “bad,” they must severely punish themselves (see Dobby as an example). House Elves go around wearing things like pillowcases and tea towels because they aren’t even afforded clothing. It’s no wonder Hermione dedicates herself to the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare (SPEW). I’ve gotta say, maybe it’s the American Muggle in me, but I admire her for her stand.

There’s only one problem with Hermione’s new crusade. According to Ron, the other students at Hogwarts, and almost any other wizard she talks to, it’s a lost cause. House Elves apparently like being enslaved. If anything, they fear freedom because they can’t function in it; those who try end up putting themselves in potentially mortal danger. A good House Elf would never dream of any other life; as Winky explains to Harry and friends, the life of a House Elf is supposed to be pretty miserable. According to Winky, Dobby, and most of the rest of the Wizarding World, a House Elf is happy being treated like crap.

Now, before we go any further, I want to clarify something. My intention is not to compare real, non-magical persons with disabilities to enslaved House Elves. Considering the way House Elves dress, speak, and conduct themselves in general, that would probably be insulting. But I am comparing the lives of persons with disabilities to the situations of House Elves. In other words: the temporarily able-bodied world, in one way or another, often treats PWDs like crap. TAB people expect persons with disabilities to live and behave like second-class citizens and justify this attitude with statements like, “Well, what do you expect us to do, just throw them out in the world and say, ‘Go live independently?’ They’d never make it!” The TAB world has convinced itself that PWDs are happy being treated as they are. They are happy in stagnant situations that may never change, such as living below poverty level, waiting for years on end for help and services, etc.

And are they? If I’m going to be a responsible advocate, I have to ask: have I been wrong all this time? Am I as misguided as Harry, Ron, and Co. think Hermione is? Do I see problems that aren’t there?

Sometimes I think so. There are several people with severe cognitive disabilities who go to my church, and I know most by name. Since I myself don’t get out much, I rarely see these individuals outside church. But when they’re there, I see they are happy. They not only worship–they jump around and rock and dance like I think we all wish we could but wouldn’t dare to because it looks “weird.” They praise God for the tiniest things. They shout out in church right over the pastor and nobody cares. They say things that are inappropriate to the moment–but they don’t know that. Or if do, they don’t give a rip what you think! These people–T, L, J, A, and so many like them–they know what it means to worship and embrace Christ with abandon. They have the simplest and most enthusiastic belief I have ever seen.

It’s easy for me to look at these brothers and sisters in Christ and think, “Why am I fighting so hard for things to be different? They seem happy. I’d be bored to tears doing the jobs they can probably do–but they love those jobs. They’re used to living with caregivers, parents, whoever, and might even like it. They love the people who take care of them and consider them true friends. So why am I poking my nose into disability advocacy at all? Am I just SPEW-ing bitterness because my life isn’t how I want it to be?”

It doesn’t even have to be that personal. I’ve read articles about young people my age who do the most menial jobs for little to no pay, or who live in institutions, and their families always say the same things. “He/she is so happy.” “He/she is proud to do this.” “I’m so happy he/she has a place in the community.”

Guys, it makes me feel like a witch (G-rated version of how I really feel, so fill it in). It makes me feel like I am personally trying to diminish other people’s happiness. I question, am I bringing lumos to the situations of people with disabilities, or am I just vomiting up slugs? I’ve asked myself and others: What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be like Lucy, or Travis, or Johnny? Why can’t I be happy packing boxes or sweeping floors? Why can’t I willingly, contentedly move into a group home? Why does the thought of living with my parents or family members forever, make me anything but joyful? WHY?

Thankfully, my heart found an answer. I want to clarify that it’s my answer, not yours. Your answer, and the one for your loved one, is probably a little different. But here it is.

-I cannot be happy living the life of another PWD because I am not that person and that’s not my life. Just because I want more than a menial job and a life with a caregiver doesn’t make me a snob. It makes me aware of my physical and mental capabilities in addition to limitations. Every PWD was created for a different life, and they have the right to be happy in the life that works for them. You can’t expect everyone to go to Harvard or win the Paralympics, but nor can you expect everyone to pack boxes.

-Yes, some PWDs are already happy with what they have in terms of jobs, living arrangements, leisure time, etc. And if they are happy, no one has the right to tell them they’re not. Unless the PWD is in imminent danger, or not living up to his or her full potential, we don’t need SPEW-like changes. We don’t need to get our panties in a wad.

-Despite this, other PWDs do want more. They recognize their rights are constantly and consistently ignored or violated. They recognize the world is not built for them. For those people, even and especially the ones who can’t say the words, we as advocates must keep working.

-Some PWDs are happy in what a typical person would consider a less than ideal situation. Others are not. But happiness is not the main issue here. The main issue is, are we letting PWDs create and live the lives that work for them? There is no excuse for bigotry and prejudice toward PWDs. There is no excuse for treating them like slaves and assuming they can’t function unless they are completely controlled. And God help you if you use, “But he/she is happy like this” as a justification. I’m coming to believe that a person who thinks temporal happiness is the be all, end all, actually has a sad view of the world.

People with disabilities are people, not house elves. So yes, be careful what you say; don’t “spew” things or try to micromanage somebody else’s life. Assume absolutely nothing–except competence, personhood, and the need for happiness. That’s much better than giving a PWD a metaphorical sock. When you assume competence and personhood, you give PWDs the avenues to real and lasting happiness.


“I Prefer Not to Answer” is an Answer

Readers, we need to talk.

If you’ve been following the Nest for any length of time, you probably know or can guess a bit about my political convictions. I’m pretty conservative, more fiscally than socially, but still conservative. I think the Supreme Court dropped the ball in 1962 when prayer was removed from school. I’m pro-life (and anti-death penalty, which most conservatives I know don’t really get, but whatever). I love and respect the LGBT community but do not support things like kindergartners being taught about sexual identity/preferences, teens getting sex changes, etc. I would rather have immigrants come to my country legally and pay their dues as best they can, than come illegally. I still say Merry Christmas, wear some form of flag memorabilia on July fourth, and get a kick out of Todd Starnes’ new radio show.

I also think some of the ways we’ve bent over backwards to avoid offending anyone for any reason are ridiculous. I’m talking about schools that refuse to let students use traditional gender pronouns. I’m talking about the college students in MS who were “triggered” by cornbread served at a banquet. (Side note: Yes, there are real traumas and real triggers. But personally–if you are in college, if you are old enough not to have to get a tardy slip when you’re late for class because you couldn’t find a parking space for your car–then you are old enough to recognize cornbread and cotton tablecloths aren’t legit triggers in 99.9% of cases). Whenever I hear yet another report of microaggressions, or some group claiming they were discriminated against just because they didn’t get their way, I cringe. And that goes for your WASPs, too, by the way. I respect that you guys want the Ten Commandments to stay in front of your courthouses. I respect that you want your children to be able to recognize the Confederate flag as a heritage symbol. But don’t whine and cry to me because somebody didn’t specifically pray in Jesus’ name at the football game, or because the school instituted Meatless Mondays. That’s ridiculous.

Feeling how I feel about these kinds of things, I get a little squirmy when something bothers me about the way people with disabilities are approached. My personal policy has always been, if it’s not blatant discrimination, it’s not worth throwing a fit over. I don’t want to become the person who claims microaggressions every time somebody asks her about her cerebral palsy, or insinuates she can’t do something because of it, or whatever. Heck, half the time I’m not even sure what a microaggression is because the definition seems to change every day. That’s why I hesitated to say what I’m going to now:

Subtle discrimination and microaggressions against people with disabilities do exist.

Are they always intentional or mean-spirited? No. Do we need to claim we’re “triggered” every time we see or experience them? No. But they are there. And even things that don’t necessarily fall into those categories, are just plain strange.

Personal example from yesterday: I’ve been unemployed for a few months, having quit my previous job after dealing too long with an unreasonable client. So yesterday, I got a lead and applied for a new position. At the end of the application, there was the usual section on personal demographics. You know, the one that has fields like, “Sex,” “Race,” etc. The one where you specify if you’re a U.S. veteran or are registered for the Selective Service. At the very end of that section, there is the question, “Do you have a disability?” Your only two options are yes or no.

You know where I’m going with this, right?

Right. Our job applications, forms, what have you, have evolved. On most forms, when asked about your gender, race, or color, you can say “I prefer not to answer.” Unless an organization requires you to sign a faith-based statement, you can mark “I prefer not to answer/no answer” if asked about religion. But somehow, it’s okay that PWDs have no choice but to disclose their disabilities on a job application? I don’t think so!

Now again, I’m not sure I consider this a microaggression. I’m not sure I consider it discrimination. But at the very least, it’s singling out one group, in a way that others are not singled out. It *could* be used for negative or discriminatory purposes. But even if none of those things were true–why? Why, once again, does everybody get a choice except PWDs? Why, once again, are PWDs the only ones required to disclose some of their most personal information, when other minorities can say, “I don’t want to answer?”

It makes no sense to me. Conservative, liberal, Christian, Hindu, I don’t care who you are–it’s just weird. See, when employers tell people with disabilities to mark yes or no, they put them in a bad position. Either the person effectively lies, marks “no,” and then has to reveal the truth later, which damages his or her credibility. Or, he or she marks “yes” and goes into the job interview, the meeting, whatever, already behind the eight ball. Because let’s face it, people. Microaggressions and triggers or not, PWDs get judged, and often more harshly than most other people. What’s worse is that employers claim they don’t do it, but we all know they do. We all know that when they hear something like, “I have cerebral palsy” or “I have Down Syndrome,” a little light bulb goes off in their heads. People with disabilities have come a long way, but we’re still getting the leery eye, directly or indirectly, when we try to function in the mainstream world.

Now, I’m not saying every employer goes straight to that disability box and throws out any applications marked “yes.” That’s not a micro-anything. That’s MACRO discrimination for which people should be held accountable. But personally, I think that little box does make real discrimination easier. If not that, it makes it easier for an employer to rationalize, “Well, this person is qualified and seems great, but this other person is just as qualified and doesn’t have a disability, sooooo….” And you see what happens.

That disability box should not be on our applications and forms, period. It sets PWDs and their employers or supervisors up for too much fallout. Plus, it fails a basic litmus test. In other words, you would never write on an application, “Are you Muslim? Check yes or no. Are you black? Yes or no–and with what skin tone would you identify yourself? Do you have any affiliation with the LGBT community, yes or no?”

In fact, if that did happen, everybody from both sides of the aisle would be screaming their heads off. So again, why is it okay to do it to PWDs? Take me out of your box–and take “I prefer not to answer” as an answer. Thank you.


Blog Post/Quickie: Flip the Script!

Hello readers,

First off, before we get into the post, prayers and good thoughts are going up for everyone in areas affected by Hurricanes Harvey and Irma. Prayers also going up for our friends and readers in London who experienced a terrorist attack via bucket bomb today.

I posted this a couple days ago, and guess what happened? WordPress ate it. Thank you, technology. So, this is kind of a post/quickie, because it’s been so long.

One quirky thing about me–among many–is that I don’t follow trends. I usually get involved with or hooked on something long after it’s been trendy. Maybe I’m a Luddite at heart, or maybe I just think that something so hyped up can’t possibly be good. I don’t know. I didn’t invest in an MP3 player or iPod until graduate school, because what the heck is wrong with CDs? I finally broke down and got a Kindle last Christmas. I didn’t start watching Once Upon a Time until a couple years ago, and I finished the first Harry Potter book Monday night.

So you might not be surprised to know, I recently started watching The Middle. I love it, especially Brick, played by Atticus Shaffer. Little bookworm extraordinaire that he is, we have something vital in common. He also displays undiagnosed characteristics of Asperger’s, and his actor actually has a disability in real life (I’m pretty sure it’s Brittle Bone Disease, or osteogenesis imperfecta. If anyone knows for certain, feel free to let me know). I’d tune in just for Brick, honestly).

Well, because of his “quirkiness,” Brick is required to go to a social skills class (not getting into the fallacies of that). In one episode, the teacher of said social skills class invites the parents to see what their kiddos have been learning, in a sort of “recital.” What follows is the kind of painful, scripted conversations you and I went through in beginner French, Spanish, German, and Mandarin. Kids are paired off to show how they can say things like,

“Nice to meet you.”

“My name is ___.”

“I like ___. Do you like ___?”

“I don’t know anything about that, but I would be VERY interested in what you have to say.”

One conversation is set up so that instead of the above, the second participant says, “I don’t like baseball. I’m done talking to you now.” The teacher inserts herself, with a big smile, and says, “WRONG way! Now, let’s see how to do it the RIGHT way!” (Please).

So as I’m watching this, I’m laughing, but in sympathy. I’m thinking a few things. Things like:

-Poor Brick! He looks bored out of his blessed little mind.

-Even though Brick’s social disability is undiagnosed, this is *not* the way to represent children with social or any other kind of disabilities. I mean, one kid walks around acting like a cat the whole time. Which, if you’ve got autism or Asperger’s or whatever, and you want to act like a cat, that’s fine. I love cats. Team Feline, rock on. But in The Middle, you can tell that kind of thing is being presented as, “Oh, look at these weird, freaky kids who can’t socialize.”

And the biggest thing on my mind: Nobody actually socializes like this! The only time I have ever seen or heard of anyone socializing like this is in scripted situations, such as those presented to people with disabilities. Nobody outside the bubble of Disability World talks and acts like this. Even PWDs don’t, unless they have been instructed to–via a script given by a TAB person!

That made me think: how many PWDs are currently living scripted lives? How many of their lives feel stilted and fake because of it?

Now, understand that I’m not talking about the “scripts” that get us through everyday life. There are huge moral “scripts” we should follow, like in the Ten Commandments, the laws of the land, and so forth. Your school or workplace’s dress code is a necessary “script” because nobody is gonna get anything done if a student or coworker pulls an Axl Heck and sits in the cubicle half-naked all day. No, I’m talking about the “scripts” specific to Disability World. You might recognize them.

Think about this. If you’re a TAB person, what do you do when you want lunch? You decide when to eat it. It might be noon on the dot, or you might get busy and wait until later. You might have lunch at 11:45 because you’re really hungry. You might stand at the fridge for eternity. You might heat up leftovers or decide to go out for a burger.

Of course, PWDs may do this stuff, too. But in many cases, what happens is something like this:

Parent/caregiver: “Okay, Kadeem, it’s 12:05 and time for lunch. Today we are having peanut butter and jelly. Let’s go to the table to eat.”

Fine–except that Kadeem may not be hungry right now. He may want a burger or slice of pizza. He may want to eat in front of the TV, like every other person on this planet does sometimes–or every day if they choose. But, if Kadeem even has the means to communicate these desires, he’s often told “no.” He gets responses like, “We’re not having that today,” “You need to eat at the table,” “That is not a healthy choice,” “You need to eat now because at 12:30 we’re doing this and that,” and so on. Meanwhile, Kadeem’s probably sitting there thinking, “Can I just EAT?”

Here’s another quick example that often happens between persons with disabilities and their friends or teachers who don’t have them. Alicia, who does not have a disability, normally participates in PE. But today, she’s on crutches because she fell and got hurt over the weekend. Her teacher gives Alicia the option to watch the class play, or go to the library or study hall instead.

Meanwhile, Alicia’s friend Maeve has a permanent disability. PE is part of her IEP, even though she rarely gets to do anything meaningful in it. Maeve has asked to be given alternatives, but is told no because, “Your IEP says you must participate in PE X hours per week and meet PE goals. Plus, you need exercise and fresh air.” (As if the kid can’t get those things any other way at any other time)?

Sometimes, the script doesn’t even work. Remember Brick’s socialization class? Well, the script is fine in class. But what normally happens in those situations is, a kid like Brick–let’s call him Carlos–goes out to try what he’s learned in the real world. He goes up to a kid on the playground, offers his hand for a shake, and says “Nice to meet you.” He says he’d be VERY interested in hearing about whatever the other kid is interested in–whether that’s true or not. If Carlos finds a kid who shares his interests, he might accidentally infodump or otherwise overwhelm his classmate. And what’s the response Carlos is likely to get?

Right–the other kid ignores him, walks away, or says something mean like, “You’re weird! Freak! Special eddy!” Or something equally as asinine. Carlos walks away confused and hurt because the script that was supposed to work, didn’t.

Guys, I’m tired of scripts. I’m tired of the temporarily able-bodied world deciding that just because they are “different,” PWDs’ lives must be scripted all the time. Why? The primary reason for all these scripts is, so that PWDs can be “more like us.” And as I’ve said before, that’s a load of hooey.

Flip the scripts. Heck, don’t even flip them. I say ditch them. Ditch them, and let PWDs live and learn as naturally as possible.


Inclusion vs. Integrity of the Activity

Happy September, readers!

I’m always looking for unique opportunities to keep my writing muscles strong. To that end, I currently write for an online publication that analyzes many creative pursuits (literature, film, animation, writing, etc.) On this publication’s website, you can search for topics of interest to you, and yes, I have searched “disability.” I wanted to see if people were analyzing representation or lack thereof, pointing to the merits of characters with disabilities, and so forth.

I didn’t find much of that, which tells me I need to get to work. But I did find an article that gave me the idea for a post here. Its author spoke about inclusive theater, pointing to groups such as Blue Apple and Spare Tyre. These theater groups are billed as inclusive, and are made up entirely or almost entirely of persons with developmental disabilities.

Personally, I like this idea. If you’ve been visiting my Nest for any length of time, you know I’m a theater aficionado and former theater student. You also know that because of mild cerebral palsy, I often got the shaft in productions. So when I see any activity, but particularly one related to the arts, welcoming PWDs, I support them.

But then I read the article detailing these examples of inclusive theater, and it gave me pause. The author, going by an Internet screen name, described Blue Apple’s production of Hamlet as fun and engaging. But this person was also quick to point out that lines were forgotten, props dropped, and cues missed. What lines were delivered, were delivered inappropriately or outside of context. The author’s intent was not to play up these shortcomings, though. His or her intent was to show that the actors at Blue Apple did not care about their mistakes because they were having fun. The overall message being, TAB actors should strive for the same sense of fun in their performances.

Again, I’m all for that. Today’s theater actors are usually classically trained. Like any of us in creative jobs, they’re taught mistakes are bad things. Mistakes are failures, and while it’s good to learn from our failures, they don’t help on performance night. Thus, actors (and other creatives, like me) often forget we got into our careers because they’re supposed to be fun. We do what we do because we experience intense passion for it. We do what we do for love, not money. If the actors with disabilities at Spare Tyre, Blue Apple, wherever, are able to remind us oft hat, then they have done their job at one level. We need that. We need what inclusive theater and other inclusive activities offer.

And yet…something about that article, about Spare Tyre, Blue Apple, and similar inclusive activities, bothers me. At first, I shrugged it off. I thought, “Your disability is mild, so you don’t have the right to feel what you feel.” (By the way, that’s bunk, for me and everybody else. You are never too disabled, or not disabled enough, to speak to an issue within the disability community). I thought, “Maybe you’re being bigoted, like those people you speak against.” So I sat and thought about it some more, and here’s what I came up with.

I will state again, inclusive activities are good. But they are not necessarily right. What do I mean? I’m speaking to the integrity of the activity. Now again, I don’t give a crap if a prop is dropped or a line is missed. And you better not tell me, “Well, those actors are disabled, so of course that’s gonna happen.” I’ll hunt you down. (Well, not really, but you get it). However, I question how inclusive and beneficial theater, or any activity, is when its entire integrity is put at risk. When entire paragraphs of lines are missed and delivered out of context. When props never make it to the stage. When, because the members of an inclusive sports team have developmental disabilities, the ball never makes it down the court or into the end zone. When an inclusive book club never moves beyond the most basic children’s picture books.

I cannot stress this enough: When these things happen, it is not the fault of participants with disabilities. I will go to my grave defending a PWD’s right to act in a play, shoot a basketball, and read a book. (Dear Lord, will I defend the right to read a book)! What I won’t defend however, is TAB people who say, “This is inclusive,” and yet only “include” PWDs. I won’t defend the rationale of, “To make X activity inclusive, we have to throw the rules out the window.”

No. Absolutely not. Sorry, wrong number. Those rationales don’t benefit anyone, least of all the people with disabilities themselves. First of all, when you call an activity inclusive, it means including both PWDs and those without disabilities. It means letting them work together, and teaching them how. Otherwise, your activity is segregated. Second of all, a truly inclusive activity will modify the rules and accommodate differences, but it will keep the activity’s basic purpose and rules.

Example: Let’s go back to the theater. A high school theater director wants to include students with different disabilities in her cast. The wrong way to do that is what we discussed. The right way would encompass these things:

-Getting to know the students first. Who actually wants to be in the group? What abilities do they have? Julie, who has a mild disability, will probably be able to handle a traditional speaking and moving. Andre, who uses a wheelchair or mobility aids, can also have a speaking role but might need accommodations (e.g., not being onstage during large chorus numbers unless the cast is taught to maneuver around him or incorporate him into their dance breaks, choreographed walking, etc. If Charlie has Down Syndrome, he might need a simpler speaking role or would prefer to paint scenery, hand off props, help make costumes, and so on.

-Assigning tasks with dignity. In other words, don’t make all your cast members with disabilities do the grunt work because it’s easy. And, don’t shame someone who can’t do the grunt work and say, “You’re not being a team player.” (Yes, this happens. Apparently, the harder and dirtier the work, the more people disrespect you if you can’t do it, even if they themselves don’t roll up their sleeves).

-Maintaining expectations. When are your TAB actors expected to be off book (that’s saying lines without the script, if you’ve never done theater). Then your speaking actors with disabilities should be held to that same deadline. Is a TAB singer still missing a crucial note or passage because he or she won’t practice? If an actor with a disability is doing the same thing, he or she should be held accountable. You get the idea. Also, be careful about giving someone too much or too little to handle. One actor with an intellectual disability might be able to play or sing lead. Another might not. (Refer back to getting to know the people in your activity).

-Consider different modifications and accommodations. Are you a basketball coach with only one team member in a wheelchair? Instead of having someone else shoot for them, lower the hoop, but make that person’s shot worth the same amount of points as everyone else’s. Does one of the sopranos in your choir have CP and use a wheelchair? Don’t assume she has to sit off to the side because she can’t stand on risers. Look into modifying the risers or if you can’t, do you really need the things?

Again, inclusion is a great thing, but so is integrity. When an inclusive activity’s entire purpose is changed, you tend to get people who say, “Well, naturally the bar was set low because of disabilities. It’s still inspirational and cute.” Wake up and smell the coffee, people. We’re past inspirational and cute, and even fun. Are those things bad? No. But we can move past that. We can move the disability community past that. Instead of saying, “You’re fun and cute,” let’s start saying, “You’re creative, intelligent, and able to do this as part of the team.”

Blog Quickie: Universal Design: Not Just for the Elderly

Hi, readers! Here’s another quickie to wrap up August. Don’t worry; I’m already brainstorming ideas for September.

Recently, I gave myself a Pajama Day. Those are rare days meant for staying in my jammies, relaxing, reading, and basically being lazy. They aren’t days for thinking about my current job search, how I’m going to achieve the next level of independence, or even what I’m going to write next. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men (women).

So anyway, I’m channel-surfing, and I come across an infomercial aimed at senior citizens and their loved ones. It explained as seniors age, their homes may not be the safe places they once were. Accessibility was stressed, and tips for better accessibility were given. You know the classics–installing railings on the stairs and grab bars in the bathrooms, increasing wattage in current lighting, and watching out for things a senior might trip over since falls are a bigger concern as we age.

But, you got it–those infomercial-makers didn’t mention younger people with disabilities. In our current world, why should they? While well-meaning, the vast majority of TAB people see disability as affecting only the elderly, or young children. When they hear the word “disability,” they might not think of an active teenager, a college freshman, or a thirty- or forty-something navigating the workforce.

There are several reasons for this discrepancy, most of which we’ve gone over and most of which can be tied to sheer ignorance. No, not the bigoted kind (usually). This type of ignorance is usually what happens when people honest to goodness don’t know. After all, as we discussed last post, disability is something you don’t think much of until it affects you. I’ve even been guilty; because I need less accessibility help than some people, it can catch me off guard when a place isn’t as accessible as it could or should be.

Fortunately, there’s always a way to learn about what you don’t know. There are ways to correct assumptions, such as the one that says, “People with disabilities are primarily old people.” A quick primer on how to do that:

-Ask. If a PWD looks like they need help but don’t ask, speak up. Don’t be rude; for example, never grab a blind person’s arm and just lead them somewhere. But you can say something like, “You look like you’re having trouble/are stuck. Can I help?” And if you are a PWD, ask for help. I know it’s hard sometimes. I struggle with it a lot. But–preaching to the choir–if you don’t say anything, you may contribute to ignorance.

Also, ask the PWDs in your life what they need that they’re not getting. Ask them about the accessible places they like to go. If you want to go somewhere inaccessible, say something like, “How would you like us to handle this?” For instance, let’s say you and your mixed-ability group are going to a museum or historical home. Parts are accessible, and parts are not. For those that are not, don’t just leave your friends with disabilities sitting on a bench. Offer to take pictures or, if the site does not allow that, pick up souvenirs related to that area. Is there a guided tour with headphones? Maybe your friends can listen while you look.

-Research. How much do you truly know about the disabilities your friends, coworkers, family members, or potential dates might have? Do some homework. Again, this starts with asking them, but credible websites can help. Note: Do not go to a site like WebMD, and don’t go straight through Google. Medical sites tend to present worst-case scenarios, and what you find on Google may do so as well. Instead, look up myths and facts about X disability. Search for disability-positive blogs, especially those written by PWDs themselves. Search out memoirs of people like Nic Vuicjick, who lives a full and positive life with no arms or legs.

While you’re researching, look into universal design. How big a priority is it where you live? Are people asking for it? Put on some “disability glasses.” In other words, go out with a friend who has a disability, and ask him or her to show you some common accessibility issues. If a friend or family member isn’t available, you can do this on your own. You’ll notice a lot of things, like stairs without railings, heavy doors, buildings without elevators/escalators, low lighting, blind corners, etc. Take notes. Then present them on social media, in a letter to the mayor or a local news editor, or in any sort of campaign that will raise awareness of universal design.

Side note: I’ve heard of situations where medical professionals study this kind of thing with TAB people. The TAB person uses braces or a wheelchair, or no-vision glasses for awhile, and reports how it feels. I’m not against this, but it may not be the best course of action. Many clinics and hospitals might see this as a liability waiting to happen. Worse, you could be accused of faking a disability to get attention or sympathy. I strongly caution: do not do this without serious thought, permission from a hospital/clinic/university department, and close supervision.

-Make a Change. Volunteer to help build ramps, install curb cuts or elevators, or otherwise add to universal design in your community. Do it with your coworkers, your house of worship, or a group of friends (you may need some permits). Invite PWDs to participate as well. They’ll be the ones to tell you if you’re getting it right or meeting everyone’s needs. Remember, sticking a ramp up in one spot often does not cut the mustard.

Components of Universal Design:

Besides “the classics” mentioned earlier, here are a few more things to think about. Please note that these aren’t all physical. Universal design means exactly that–universal. If our peers with learning, intellectual, or emotional disabilities aren’t being served, we aren’t done.

-Bright masking tape on the edges of stairs. This is a big help for people with low vision or perceptual disabilities.

-Sturdy handrails/grab bars in places other than bathrooms. Even a small set of stairs can be steep or overly narrow.

-Accessible building materials. PWDs often have trouble on stone staircases, gravel pathways, or stairs made from slats of wood, metal, etc. If at all possible, avoid this type of setup. If it’s already there, or absolutely needed (i.e., stone maintains historical integrity) see other design options as listed above.

-Shallow tubs/showers/walk-in options. Again, this doesn’t have to mean compromising interior beauty. But if a shallow tub is safer than a high claw-foot, consider using one. Or, make sure that claw-foot has sturdy grips, or even a ramp leading in or out (yes, this can be done).

-Versatile learning materials. I’m mostly speaking to schools, universities, and libraries, but this is true at home as well. Does your child have trouble gripping small game pieces? Look into special-ordering bigger ones. Is your kindergartner struggling to tie his shoes? Maybe he needs specially designed laces that stay tight with a quick pull. Your teenager with dyslexia may benefit from books on tape, oral reports, and highly visual learning options. College-age students with Down Syndrome can in fact take university classes if they are presented in language they can understand. (Yes, auditing is an option, as is authentic career training–not “required volunteer hours” stocking shelves. But it is my personal belief that everyone can benefit from real academics on some level).

-Hey, who turned out the lights? I had this problem during graduate school when my university competed with our rival to save energy. One way we did that? Using low lighting in hallways. Not a huge deal for me, but I already don’t see well. Add in the fact that I have zip peripheral vision, and I could’ve tripped over something or crashed into someone without ever seeing them coming. Fortunately, my parents and I complained to the disability service office, who let the dorm administration know they committed a no-no. Even if the PWD in your life sees fine, keep the lights on. At night, turn on a hallway night light. Make sure the PWD in your life keeps a flashlight, fully charged phone, or battery-operated lantern handy if power outages are a concern.

-Regular check-ins. This is mostly for university dorm supervisors, landlords, etc. If you know a PWD lives in your building, check in regularly to make sure they’re getting around okay and feel safe. Do you have monthly fire drills? Give that person notice, and be on standby to help him or her out of the building if necessary. (This happened to me once; I was not given notice of a middle-of-night fire drill and had to walk down three flights of stairs to get out. I was okay, but spoke to the dorm supervisor the next day because let’s face it, that’s not safe). If you don’t have emergency protocol for residents with disabilities, get some going. Their safety, your reputation, and your ability to run your business, is on the line.

-Inclusive classrooms and leisure activities. I’m not gonna spend a lot of time on this one, but I can’t stress this enough. Letting a PWD sit in the back of a general ed classroom, or “inviting” them to be an equipment manager, mascot, or extra when you know they can do more, is not inclusion. Inclusion means everyone works, plays, learns, and talks together.

-Animal-friendly places. This last one is tricky, because a lot of people claim their pets are service animals, but they’re really gaming the system. However, service animals are legitimate accessibility concerns, and they do exist to help people with blindness, deafness, PTSD, what have you. First off, if you have a disability that requires a service animal: get him or her registered. Your service animal should always wear identification, whether that’s tags, a vest, or something else. For the TAB population: if you run a business such as a store, restaurant, or hotel, make it clear these animals are welcome. Brush up on etiquette; for example, don’t pet a service animal–they’re working. Get to know the animal and his or her handler–two friendships for the price of one.

The world is a hard enough place without telling certain populations, “Sorry, we don’t have what you need.” Universal design is often simpler than we think, so do your part to get it recognized and used.


Blog Bonus: Iceland’s Frozen Heart Agenda

Hello readers, and welcome to another August bonus. I’d almost call it an emergency bonus, because although I debated writing about this, it calls to be written. Soon enough, it will be old news.

If you read the title, you probably know what I’m talking about. According to several news and social media outlets, such as CNN, Twitter, etc., Iceland is in the news for a medical “breakthrough.” They are “on pace” to completely eliminate Down Syndrome in their country through abortion. Currently, the abortion of Icelandic babies prenatally diagnosed with Down’s is nearly 100%.

Now, before we go further, let me make clear what I am not here to do.

-I am not here to debate abortion in itself. I am pro-life for religious, moral, and ethical reasons. You can be pro-life or pro-choice and I will still respect you.

-I am not here to condemn women who have already had abortions, for any reason. Considering that abortion is presented as the “only” or “best” option in many cases, I tend to think the mothers are just as victimized as the babies. This is especially true when a baby is aborted because of Down’s or another disability. That is, the mother is basically told, “Abort or care for this baby long into retirement; abort or give this baby a life that isn’t fair.” No. What’s unfair to both parties, is that rhetoric.

-I am not here to say babies with Down’s Syndrome are more or less valuable than babies without it, or to suggest any baby be aborted for any reason.

With that out of the way, let’s talk.

This scares me, folks. It scares me and makes me downright mad–the kind of mad that leaves you with an urge to punch something. It leaves me feeling helpless, because other than saying how I feel, signing petitions, and praying, what can I do? (Yes, I know those things are taking action. But it’s kind of hard when what I really want to do is hop a plane to Iceland, find someone who thinks Down Syndrome elimination is positive, and say, “What the HELL are you thinking????”)

Then again, Iceland isn’t alone in its thinking. In America, about 90% of prenatally diagnosed babies with Down’s are aborted each year. Down Syndrome is upheld as one of the most common reasons for abortion, as well as one of the disabilities we must work hardest to cure or eliminate. It’s right up there with autism. Parents live in fear of a Down Syndrome diagnosis for their unborn children–any disability diagnosis really, but especially that one.

And of course I have to ask myself, why is that? Down Syndrome is the most common chromosomal disorder, affecting 30% of our babies, who grow up to be children, who grow up to be adults. In other words, for every 100 people, we’re choosing to kill 20-30 because they were born with an extra chromosome. We’re trying to eliminate an entire population of people, using eugenics. We’re “selecting against” Down Syndrome the way dog and cat breeders select against certain colors, markers, or other breed traits. Forget Iceland–what the hell is everybody thinking?

Well, okay, I’ll try to answer that. I know what people might be thinking because I’ve heard and seen the arguments for days. Here are a few common arguments and my answers to them:

-“It’s better to have a healthy child than a child you have to care for all your life.” Okay, first, the presence of a disability does not equal ill health. Disability is not the opposite of health; sickness is the opposite of health. Down Syndrome or other disability does not equal “disease.”

As for caring for the child all your life, I have two things to say to that. One, every parent, whether or not their children have disabilities, will care for their children as long as they can no matter what. I’m over thirty and my mother still tries to baby me. She calls my twenty-seven-year-old brother to make sure he’s okay. She and my dad still buy us groceries, help with household issues, etc. And another thing: that brings me to the social circles of people with Down Syndrome. Too often, the lives of these people revolve around their parents. Their parents are the primary providers, caregivers, friends, etc. That tells me society at large is doing a lousy job. Instead of abortion, let’s focus on providing services so that people with Down Syndrome have options other than their parents.

-“Your child will likely end up in a home/needs to be institutionalized.” For the majority of individuals, this is not true. Even for those with severe Down Syndrome, it doesn’t have to be true–unless your community lets it be. This brings us back to the question of authentic, community-based services that highlight competence, vs. institutional care that highlights incompetence and makes PWDs look abnormal or subnormal. If you learn nothing else from this post, learn this: As long as we consider PWDs primarily different, their futures will never improve. As long as we consider PWDs primarily different, abortion, institutionalization, and poor quality of life will remain on the table.

-“Your child will suffer.” This is the basic argument that sums up objections like, “Your child will not be able to do X/will not be smart/will never be this person, go this place, have this experience.” My response to that is, human suffering is inherent. It’s the world we live in. If people with Down Syndrome suffer more than everybody else, whose fault is that? Certainly not theirs.

-“You’re not ready for this.” Really? Who’s really ready to raise a kid, disability or not? I’d venture to say nobody is. If you need financial, physical, or emotional help, get it. It’s out there. Push as hard and as long as you have to. Don’t make an innocent baby pay the price.

-“You don’t deserve this.” This one, I’m not really gonna touch. It makes children with Down Syndrome seem like burdens, monsters, and things nobody wants. Yes, things, not people. But they are people.

So, now we’ve covered some arguments as to why someone might abort a kid with Down’s, or any other disability for that matter. But that leaves me with one more question: why babies with Down Syndrome, specifically? Why have they been marked for elimination when others are not, at least not at a rate of 90-100%? Here’s a quick list of the top reasons I came up with:

-Down Syndrome is a visible disability, and a highly visible one at that. It’s one of the only ones you can name on sight. Many prospective parents don’t want to be associated with that.

-Down Syndrome is first and foremost an intellectual disability. Many parents are afraid of having a child with this kind of disability because they fear what will happen to him or her. As in, “Will he be able to go to school? Can she have a job? Will he ever live on his own? What will she be able to learn, if anything?”

-Down Syndrome is chromosomal, and it has been proven that your chances of having a child with one go up if certain factors are in play, such as age. The higher the odds, the more anxious prospective parents become.

-Because of the first two points above, people with Down Syndrome are often discriminated against or otherwise treated poorly.

Fortunately, there are answers to these reasons. I’m not going to spend a lot of time on them but here are a few things to think about:

-A visible disability is not the end of the world. It doesn’t make someone “more disabled.” Also, a visible disability is not a reflection of you as a parent. It simply means you gave your child an extra chromosome, just like you gave them blue eyes or curly hair. Big deal.

-The fears associated with Down Syndrome largely exist because of stereotypes, lack of understanding, and continued predictions of grim futures for those living with it. It’s not the responsibility of the person with Down’s to change those things. It’s our responsibility. Instead of treating these people as “other,” we need to say, “They are valued members of the community, and we will treat them as such.” This includes providing services not only to the individual, but to their families. As in, don’t encourage a woman to abort a baby with Down Syndrome because of the expense of care. Give her avenues to get that care. Adoption agencies, keep your heads up. When you take in a baby or toddler with Down Syndrome, presume he or she can learn, can do things, and can live a fulfilling life. Make that clear to prospective adoptive parents.

-Although genetic and other factors exist, they are not guarantees of one outcome or another. Many prenatal Down Syndrome diagnoses are wrong. For those that are right, well, there’s still a ton of hope for that baby. He or she will grow up to be a unique, beautiful, deftly created individual with the potential to be more than you thought–if you allow that to happen.

When it comes to babies with Down Syndrome, Iceland’s mind seems frozen shut and its heart ice cold. America isn’t far behind, but we can change the trajectory if we choose. I close out today with a plea: Speak up. Think about what abortion of these babies tells the rest of the world. These babies have no voices, but you do. Say for them, “I have the right to live.”