tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post3774626393236511897..comments2024-01-26T10:20:37.836+00:00Comments on Diary of a Goldfish: The Disability Hierarchy 2: Born this wayThe Goldfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213378454070776331noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-82080594859693478282011-08-26T11:50:20.089+01:002011-08-26T11:50:20.089+01:00I think there's another hierarchy of disabilit...I think there's another hierarchy of disability too, which you've touched on briefly but is worth expanding on: to do with the complexity and rarity of the disability. So for example, non disabled people might feel more comfortable with someone who's deaf or blind, because its a "common" disability, or at least, they'll have come across examples in their lives, e.g. the bible, and while they may not know precisely how to react to them, or how to communicate or whatever with them, it is at least familiar in a way. <br /><br />Whereas someone with some terribly obscure disease with an unusual name, then the internal reaction will be something along the lines of "oh shit. whaddoidonow?" (the sensible thing of saying "what do you need" never seems to cross their minds for some daft reason). <br /><br />its all totally wrong, but it vastly amuses me sometimes to watch the thought processes running through people's minds when they discover things such as my deafness... :D (yes, I'm easily amused!)kethryhttp://kethry.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-39933823591108992702011-08-23T14:22:47.920+01:002011-08-23T14:22:47.920+01:00"tend to be more politicised (as happens to m..."tend to be more politicised (as happens to many young people who find themselves marginalised), they tend to be more sensitive (occasionally over-sensitive) to patronisation, tokenism and exclusion"<br /><br />Exactly. <br /><br />Vaguely connected: I'm just reading "The Emperor of All Maladies" by Mukherjee about the history of cancer research, and it's striking how heartlessly researchers in the 1950s would write about the "disgusting" children with facial tumors. They got the same medical treatment, but one suspects the bedside comfort wasn't as available to them.Sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09839481154137927990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-50213459210043268872011-08-23T13:03:01.775+01:002011-08-23T13:03:01.775+01:00Great post!
I linked to it on my blog today, if t...Great post!<br /><br />I linked to it on my blog today, if that's okay. Let me know if it's not: girlwiththecane@gmail.comGirlWithTheCanehttp://www.girlwiththecane.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-81670415194146968952011-08-22T15:02:16.961+01:002011-08-22T15:02:16.961+01:00“How did growing up short prepare you for the role...“How did growing up short prepare you for the role of a musical forest-dwelling miner harbouring a runaway teenager in exchange for catering and domestic work?”<br /> You made me smile.<br /><br />Excellent post.stopbeingstupidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14860866633957025571noreply@blogger.com