tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post3171346433867381523..comments2024-03-19T07:36:33.915-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: Give Yourself a Quarter If You Can Follow ThisDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-49012368591466461762011-09-29T17:41:59.881-04:002011-09-29T17:41:59.881-04:00I got it, one of the pieces of your training on th...I got it, one of the pieces of your training on the ethics of touch that has always stuck with me was that sometimes those are not abusers "forget" they are staff as the person shines through not the disability and they are genuinely attracted to the person.<br /><br />Understandable (although not acceptable.) Funnily enough its the one aspect most of my colleagues object to the most but that is another issue.<br /><br />Reading that back I wonder if it makes sense what I have writtenMyrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-43249664766607207842011-09-28T23:11:38.854-04:002011-09-28T23:11:38.854-04:00This post makes sense to me and I think you are ri...This post makes sense to me and I think you are right. It does mean something.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10791317184998122691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-53239582823079782292011-09-28T15:56:28.225-04:002011-09-28T15:56:28.225-04:00I get it. A friend and I once accompanied the lad...I get it. A friend and I once accompanied the ladies from both our group homes to a state park for a cookout. We had a long back and forth about whether or not we could barbecue there. As we came over a hill at the park, me carrying a large bag of charcoal, following by ten or so women with intelletual disabilities, people were staring at us.<br />I turned to my friend and said 'see, I don't think you can bbq here - people are staring at me'. She hesitated for a minute and said 'I don't think they're staring at you.'<br />Although I viewed the ladies in our group were a collection of individuals, I had totally forgotten that our group might appear a little 'different'.bevbcthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18331950466041732430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-29402346049220440772011-09-28T14:17:20.149-04:002011-09-28T14:17:20.149-04:00This blog has totally awesome readers ... I have r...This blog has totally awesome readers ... I have really enjoyed your stories and your willingness to wrestle with what I was trying to say. I think that, sometimes, the disabled experience needs to be really talked about so we can understand ourselves through the experience of others. Thanks!Dave Hingsburgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-82624452491476970362011-09-28T14:04:40.842-04:002011-09-28T14:04:40.842-04:00I feel that way all the time dave. And then you h...I feel that way all the time dave. And then you have that oh yeah moment :D I choose to see that as a sign I am in fact well adjusted :Dlillytigrenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-12666056417687209582011-09-28T13:14:09.172-04:002011-09-28T13:14:09.172-04:00I followed! My quarter can be sent to me at... jus...I followed! My quarter can be sent to me at... just kidding.<br /><br />I advise the honour society I joined on college. At a recent planning meeting, they discussed an upcoming service project - participation with Habitat for Humanity. The secretary is very excited as this is an event she has coordinated and on which she has worked very hard. She was practically bouncing up and down as she asked the other officers if they would be able to attend. Then she asked me, with the same expression of hopefulness and happiness. "I'd love to, and I'm delighted that you asked, but I think I'll leave my spot (limited number of volunteers) for someone else since I'm pregnant and have a disability. But thank you for including me."<br /><br />I confess, I enjoyed the shock on her face as she gasped, covered her mouth, and said, "I forgot!" (You can't miss the pregnant belly at this stage, nor the crutches that go almost everywhere with me.) The fact that she forgot tells me she sees a whole, complete person who is no less capable in the things she CAN do, and does not see a person bound by limitations and only the CAN'Ts, as those who perhaps don't know us have a tendency to limit us with.<br /><br />"I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something I can do." --Attributed to Helen Keller.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882379160257076434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-73470420998121776542011-09-28T12:28:22.923-04:002011-09-28T12:28:22.923-04:00I think I get it. Two examples perhaps to clarify...I think I get it. Two examples perhaps to clarify if I've got it?<br /><br />When I was in college, the first many weeks of class I'd need to know the exact room number and remember very explicitly how to get to and from the class. But as the weeks progressed it'd become almost second nature, until I no longer actually remembered the room *number* just the room (which could be difficult when trying to direct someone else there). It just became so integral that I started to ignore it. <br /><br />The other is about being trans. Before I had surgery on my chest, I was almost CONSTANTLY aware of binding and needing to be aware of others' perceptions of my gender. One day with my partner in a school art studio, I hadn't worn a binder (can't remember why) and was so deeply in the task of creating art and being with someone I knew I could trust to see me the right way, that I somehow forgot about my physical body. Until the moment a stranger walked in. I'm not sure I would have known that I had had that moment of "bodilessness" unless I had been snapped out of it. <br /><br />Are either of those what you are talking about?TheDeviantEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11962230588950968738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-26686446906861259812011-09-28T10:41:01.203-04:002011-09-28T10:41:01.203-04:00I loved this post!
... probably even more because...I loved this post!<br /><br />... probably even more because I have recently arrived at the forgetful stage of my life.<br /><br />Thanks for this, and for so much more.Maggienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-13278323756389499752011-09-28T08:52:34.450-04:002011-09-28T08:52:34.450-04:00Agh, this reminds me of remembering ADHD meds.
Wh...Agh, this reminds me of remembering ADHD meds.<br /><br />Who thought that was going to work?<br /><br />YOU'RE INATTENTIVE, YOU JUST NEED TO REMEMBER TO TAKE THESE PILLS EARLY IN THE MORNING.David Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486312353895449814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-81724171926427371662011-09-28T07:12:00.807-04:002011-09-28T07:12:00.807-04:00I understood your post and didn't even find it...I understood your post and didn't even find it confusing...maybe I didn't understand it! ;) <br />I think this goes along with the post the other day when you forgot to call ahead to the hotel. <br />I feel like I should say Congratulations but I'm not sure what for. Okay...maybe it is confusing.wendynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-2708364361913763482011-09-28T06:51:42.340-04:002011-09-28T06:51:42.340-04:00"mybrainyourbrain": I love your comment!..."mybrainyourbrain": I love your comment! I know exactly what you mean ... even though I don't! :-)<br /><br />Dave: I do understand!<br /><br />I briefly knew a young woman who was deafblind while she was studying at a university I was working at. (I, too, have been a student at this university, though I was simply a staff at the time I knew her.) One day she contacted me by email to ask for my help guiding her from her dorm building across campus to the post office. It seems that she had gone home for winter break and forgotten to take her white cane with her when she returned to school that January. Because when she was home she didn't really need the cane to get around--she was familiar with her home, and was with her family. Then she had left for the airport in a rush at the end of vacation and forgot to take her cane with her, so her family had to mail it to her. Hence, her need to go to the post office to pick it up. I led her across campus, she got her cane, we had lunch together, and she was fine on her own from there because she had her cane again.<br /><br />She needed her cane ... her cane was important for her independence and mobility in places that weren't home or otherwise intimately familiar to her ... but she wasn't her cane, it wasn't fused with her identity. Your chair is vital for your mobility, but you aren't your chair either, you're just Dave. Who rides in a wheelchair, when you aren't sitting somewhere else.<br /><br />I don't know if I'm saying it any more clearly than you did! But I hope it makes sense.Andrea S.http://gdrl.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-50588634315948014572011-09-28T03:24:35.867-04:002011-09-28T03:24:35.867-04:00Dear Dave,
I gues what you experienced was a mome...Dear Dave,<br /><br />I gues what you experienced was a moment of "just being yourself". <br /><br />Once I wrote about the need to always plan ahead due to my disability and that I almost always am not able to forget that fact that I only have limited resources. <br /><br />But sometimes I experience moments of just being comfortable with myself, with the people and the situation around that I forget my limitations and my "difference". <br /><br />These are the times I am just being happy with being me. I dont think about my daily breathing difficulties or my "dodgy ticker". <br /><br />I forget that I am not able to do certain things without thinking about them.<br /><br />I am comfortable with being me despite being disabled.<br /><br />JuliaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-35398973719136001292011-09-28T00:17:55.416-04:002011-09-28T00:17:55.416-04:00I get it and I didn't get it.
I understood thi...I get it and I didn't get it.<br />I understood this post but I don't know what I understood.<br />I like it, it made me smile for some reason. <br />I think it's significant too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com