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My attempts to understand why TABS do what they do.

The Culture of Silence

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A friend used the phrase ‘a culture of silence’ to refer to the normative standards of behavior, cultural beliefs, individual attitudes, social structures, and societal barriers that dissuade marginalized people from sharing their experience. Women keep quiet about sexual assault to avoid the blame and shame attached to speaking up. Transgendered people don’t discuss their gender identity out of fear, at best, of being labeled “freaks.” Poor people stay silent about their impoverished state so as to not be labeled a slacker, told they should just go find a job, or be pitied.

 
In contemplating all the times I swallow my words, I have begun to wonder what part of my silence is tact and what part subtle duress?
Then I came across a news clip about a student with developmental disabilities who was bullied by her teacher.
Watch here.
What shocked me was not that such events transpired for I know such situations are common. I was surprised that the parents went to such great lengths to prove their child was not lying. Educators relied upon the culture of silence to protect them, but it didn’t work. Thank goodness it didn’t work.

Service Models

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Whether governmental or private, agencies aiming to help people function on the principle of doing the greatest good for the greatest number. Whatever their niche, their goal is to provide services and support to as many as possible. It becomes a formula composed of maximizing benefit while husbanding resources all targeted at the typical person trying to be served. Thus, support that does not attract the target population is discontinued and services not utilized by a significant number of people are viewed as wasteful.

Think about the nature of people with disabilities as a population. Because of lack of access, we often are not engaged in community life. This lack of visibility means our need for access isn’t obvious or immediate. Thus, there continues to be a lack of access and we remain undetectable.

Even when we have full access, our presence is still in the minority, especially when we are subcategorized based on our disability-related needs. Because Deaf people need one thing and blind people might need another, we become separate items on a to do list and different line items on a budget. “Full access to all people with disabilities” becomes meaningless to an agency head when the reality of our differing needs factors into program development, planning and funding.

To meet the needs of our seemingly small population, the expenditures of effort to become educated about how to accomplish it and the money necessary to achieve it are high. In contrast, the payoff in terms of benefiting a few people seems small.

When the typical service model meets the needs of people with disabilities, things do not turn out well. Why would an agency expend significant resources to benefit only a few individuals? How can continuing a program that only serves a few people be justified? How do you overcome the seeming illogic of providing services when there is nobody there to partake of them?

I have been confronting these issues for quite some time as I attempt to convince my local LGBT Community Center to make some changes that meet the needs of blind and visually impaired people. My basic plea, “I know there aren’t a lot of us running around here, but this still matters” has not penetrated. They are an agency engaged in serving a specific population trying to make scarce resources stretch to meet that community’s needs. Why bother with the needs of 4 people that will take away from benefiting thousands? Within the parameters of the service model they utilize, they are entirely right.

In the past year, I have also worked with my local Pride organization. Theoretically functioning within the same service model, they have taken a different approach. “It’s important.” While far from perfect, there is at least a desire to provide the services disabled people need so that they too can fully participate in and enjoy Pride.

The striking disparity of the two experiences has been heavy in the back of my mind. The conclusion that finally emerged is that those ingrained in the service model I’ve described do not suddenly look up one day and see the shortcomings of it. Until they do, there is nothing you can say or do that will convince them that inclusion of one disabled person is important in a way that exists outside of resource marshalling, the greatest good for the greatest number, and the bottom line.

The funny thing is this: service agencies are there to help people. The bottom line is supposed to be the business of corporations and accountants. When did the business of helping become the business of exclusion, dollars and cents?A

Inclusion Door

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To my ongoing frustration, the theme of encountering ablism at every turn has not ended.  One trend weaving its way through my experiences is the idea that entities make changes and provide accommodations “when someone asks for them,” where someone actually means multiple people at various times.  This leaves me with a question: Should you be required to knock repeatedly before the inclusion door is opened?

Apples and Oranges

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A member of a musical duo I adore was chatting with me after one of their shows, which we have done many times before. He asked how I was doing and I replied that it had been a struggle of late.

As he put his hand on my upper arm, he intensely said, “You need to sit and really listen to the new CD. It’s all about that.”

I took it home. I sat. I listened. I did that pretty much every day for three weeks. I still couldn’t connect.

It wasn’t that the music lacked emotion or that something didn’t quite come together. It’s a great CD and the artists in question conveyed their message well. I just couldn’t identify with it. At all.

I had an extremely hard time with this fact. A musician I respected felt his work would speak to me. Why couldn’t I hear it?

It took five months for me to figure it out. They’re singing about apples while I’m trying to juggle oranges.

The music conveys the inner struggles around love and relationships, not so much about love gone wrong or love unrequited, but about how one’s thinking can keep you from finding love. Clearly someone went through emotional hell trying to discover why he longed for love but couldn’t quite embrace it. It has a more general message about hitting bottom emotionally and then finding your way through it discovering that the journey through the awful helps you better appreciate things. At it’s core, the music is about inner struggles to overcome internal obstacles.

My two ongoing issues are my medical complications and social isolation. Obviously the problems my body has developed cannot be solved by an emotional struggle. My esophageal muscles will not become strong because I searched my soul, figured out the problem in my head, and fixed it. In other words, it’s solution is not within myself to discover and implement. It requires doctors and tests and surgery and living with side effects and hoping it all works as advertised.

Social isolation seemingly has a more emotional basis for all I need to do is get out there, overcome my shyness or other maladaptive social behaviors, and I’ll meet people. That’s all within my control to fix, right?

What happens when you do all of that and the only result is frustration and a bone-deep belief that it’s not you? With every fiber of my being, I have come to believe that my social isolation is a factor of how others perceive me, social norms, societal beliefs, and how what we are consciously or unconsciously taught shapes our thinking. I could be Mother Teresa or Hitler and the bottom line wouldn’t change all that much.

In case you need a little bit of proof, I am more active in the world than I have been in probably twelve years, yet it has not had a perceivable impact on how many friends I have, the quality of those friendships, or dating. While it is true that many more people know who I am, that has not translated into meaningful human connection. In fact, in many ways being more socially engaged has only served to highlight my inherent aloneness.

So, while the musician was kind having the best of intentions to offer me solace, it didn’t work. They sing about apples and I juggle oranges –both fruit, but very different. American as orange pie? Fresh squeezed Florida apple juice? Okay, maybe the second one if Florida had the appropriate climate.

Hope

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While introducing a song entitled “Hope,” a local San Diego musician gave an inspirational pep talk that exemplifies what I have heard time and time again. To paraphrase: Everyone goes through hard times and the only things within your control are your attitude and your effort. With a good attitude and if you try hard enough, you will get through it.

He’s not wrong, exactly. He’s just talking about some subset of people to which I do not belong. They are folks whose “hard times” can be gotten through with the right attitude and sufficient effort. I’ve watched it happen, so I know attitude and effort work for many. I’m just not one of them.

Attitude can accomplish a great deal, like when I focus on what I might learn from a situation or the humor that exists within a predicament. It cannot, however, transform steps into a ramp. Similarly, my attitude can’t morph someone’s ignorant behavior into a more palatable experience. Being treated badly can be endured; Being denied access to something cannot be overcome by the powers of positive thought.

Similarly, effort is problematic for me. My chronic illness limits my energy leaving me with definite constraints on the sweat I can expend. Thus, I do not have the luxury of endless get-up-and-go necessary to fix misfortunes.

Perhaps the key here is what the musician meant by hard times. I’m fairly certain he wasn’t referring to the kinds of situations I encounter. Instead, he means troubles universal to all human beings such as the death of a parent, having something stolen or getting your heart broken.

What rang false as I listened to his pep talk are all the things I encounter each day that are unique to people with disabilities. Inaccessibility, lack of accommodations and people’s ignorance create some of the most distressing problems I come across. Attitude and effort cannot resolve all of them. Sometimes, I’m left with lousy circumstances not of my making and beyond my ability to fix. With them, speeches about attitude and effort leave me feeling hopeless not hopeful.

Case in point. I’m dealing with the way social perceptions of disability make friendships harder and reduce my chance of finding a mate. Emotional intimacy is as central to my mental health as calories are to my physical well-being. I cannot force people to befriend me nor can I change how they perceive me by thinking positively. If someone keeps you from food, eventually you will suffer physically. If what keeps me from adequate human connection is other people, how is that really different? How is trying hard or having a good attitude going to feed my soul?

I never know what to say to people like this musician. For them, effort and attitude work and I do not want to discount that. Unfortunately, he is talking about peeling apples while I’m trying to peel oranges.

So, I sit in the audience feeling like I do not belong alienated by someone who is just trying to help people get through tough times. I become the invisible other apart from the crowd I inhabit and isolated from the human experience being referenced.

With Water, Rudder and Pilot

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It’s strange how sometimes it literally feels like a switch is flipped inside your head and everything changes. You were just passively sitting there, taking in the world, when between one breath and the next it’s all different.

This happened a couple of days after I wrote

The factor changing everything was A PLAN. Funny how that makes it all easier on someone like me.

Actually, I’ve come to realize it’s not all that astonishing that plans make someone like me feel better. A large part of my life has been without parameters – I don’t know how much energy I will have each day, I don’t know what barriers to access I will encounter, and I don’t know what my body will do next. Most people have at least the illusion that these things will remain more or less constant. I think maybe that’s one of the often unacknowledged differences between non-disabled and disabled people – the illusion of constancy versus the hard reality of the unknown.

Non-disabled people have come to count on a world that works in certain ways because by in large it has done so in the past. They wake up with about the same amount of energy and they can accomplish things without crazy obstacles being thrown in their paths. I refer to it as an illusion because people get the flu, cars get flat tires, people get laid off, bones get broken, houses flood, stores run out of diapers, and total chaos is entirely possible. It’s just not likely and people tend to count upon that and learn to cope when it’s not the case.

I cannot move through the world playing the odds that it will be smooth sailing because it’s so often not. I’m more likely to have wrenches thrown in the works and need to be prepared to handle such eventualities. My reality is unpredictability and my best coping strategy is preparedness.

I guess it’s the difference between walking on a tight rope knowing a net will catch you versus walking on it not knowing if there is a net. Nothing in your skill level changes, but the difference is huge.

My doctor laid out the steps for sorting everything out. Nothing is even infinitesimally more certain, but knowing the part somehow makes it easier.

I’ve been accused of being a control freak. and, to some extent, wanting to be in control is a feature of my personality. However, how much lack of control do I live with on average? Wouldn’t that tend to make me want to be able to control what I can? To assign random numbers to the situation, I have maybe 30% ability to predict events in my life. A non-disabled person might have more like 55% ability to foresee the future. So, wouldn’t I be prone to trying to make my number closer to that of a non-disabled person? Am I a control freak or just a person wanting the security of knowing whether or not there’s a safety net?