Sensible logic from Poppy, but do Governments do logic let alone sensible.
I am so happy.
Saturday was a good news day for me.
After several weeks of waiting, I finally received the two brown envelopes through the letterbox which told me how I’d done with my enforced PIP (Personal Independence Payment) application and my ESA (Employment Support Allowance) reassessment and I was successful for both Benefits.
And, further to that, a very good family friend also received her brown envelope for PIP on Sarurday as well and she’s been successful as too. Virtual High Fives all over our social media pages let me tell you – we were delerious. We both got to sleep properly for the first time in quite a while that night and we can now both breathe freely once more because we know that our finances are guaranteed for at least the next few years at any rate.
But, there is something we both want to…
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After running a campaign to urge toy manufacturers to include disabled characters in their collections, Rebecca Atkinson started to wonder if the word “disability” might also need a positive makeover.
Cripple, deaf-mute and lame all fell out of favour a long time ago and are now considered insults. By the 1980s and 90s “handicapped” was gradually replaced with “disabled” as a new way of thinking about disability emerged – called the social model. Attitudes change and as a consequence so does language.
Recently there has been a shift towards person-first language and now “people with disabilities” is often more popular in general usage over its predecessor “disabled people”. I have noticed too that people in the disability community sometimes like to emphasise the “ability” part of the word with hyphens or capital letters: dis-ability or disAbility.
In April this year I started an online campaign urging the toy industry to include positive representation for the 150 million children worldwide with disabilities. I began making-over toys by marrying princesses with guide dogs or wheelchairs and giving hearing aids to fairies to create a fun and colourful disability aesthetic. I took photos of my creations and posted them on the web under the name ToyLikeMe.
The images conveyed not a shred of pity, no hint of inability, no inkling of dependence – the many things that people associate with the word disabled. It went viral and, what had started as a hobby, soon gobbled up my life. I quickly found myself writing post after post on the subject, late into the night.
But as I typed the d-word again and again, I started to see it in a new light. It felt like a great lump of a word, stout, ugly, cumbersome and dour. Whilst it conveyed the meaning, it did not carry the modern or celebratory sentiment I wanted. It seemed to focus on the negative when the toys I was creating were singing with fun and colour. For the first time I began to wonder if “disabled”, had become outdated, and needed a replacement.
If we don’t use the term disabled, though, what do we use to describe someone who has an impairment to set them apart from the majority?
Reading posts from my followers, many of whom are parents of disabled children, I noticed the words and phrases they use: special needs, differently-able, different, ability not disability, inclusive. It seemed many people were choosing not to use the d-word, or were trying to divorce the “dis” from the ability.
The definition of “dis” in one English dictionary is to “have a primitive, negative or reversing force”. To discredit. To disengage. And in recent parlance “diss”, with an extra s, has been popularised as an abbreviation of disrespect – “Don’t diss me.”
“Dis” is not a thing that many people want prefixed on their child or themselves. It is, after all, inherently negative.
One adult follower wrote to me in outrage after I posted an image of a toy with a facial birthmark under the banner “dolls with disabilities”.
“I am not disabled,” she wrote, as if the term was highly offensive. “I have a port wine stain and although it’s nice that you create a doll with a birthmark, I think it’s a poor choice of words…”
“A disability is “a physical or mental handicap, especially one that prevents a person from living a full, normal life or from holding a gainful job,” she continued. “I have a normal life. I am a teacher. I think you should seriously reconsider the use of the word.”
I read her message and agree you should be able to choose your own identifying label but I wasn’t sure how to take her rejection of disability. She sees it as separate from the idea of living a “normal life” or having a “gainful job”. But, looking at the many disabled people I know and have worked with, they do have these things.
Perhaps a facial disfigurement or birthmark isn’t a disability but, for many people, constant stares and negative remarks are disabling, and I feel there is still a need for children growing up with these differences to see themselves reflected in the toy box to help build self-esteem.
So I began to search for a catch-all term that could be used to describe disability but also include those who wanted dolls with glasses, eye patches, birthmarks and scars – differences that do not always fit under the d-word banner.
Read the full article online: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/blogs-ouch-34385738
Good is always worth fighting for, for even if the odds are so stacked against you, so you do not try, how will you know that if you did you could have been successful. Never be defeatist.
This is even more so in the UK, especially in the light of the current cuts into disability care and support.
Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia in 1977, I saw a water puddle ahead on the path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that wasn’t covered by water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked!
Yet, I did nothing, for the attack was so unpredictable and from a source so totally unexpected. I was startled as well as unhurt, despite having been struck four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on graceful butterfly wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn’t have found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it was funny, and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!
Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My…
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It does not say much for any society, if people are to be judged solely on their religion, race, gender, or disability. We are all what we are and should be judged on how we conduct ourselves.
Discrimination is abhorrent and should not be acceptable in any form of Society.
Many, if not all councils are making cuts which will affect frontline services and some of these will reduce the amount of care being given or made available to some of the most vulnerable adults in the UK.
Many of these adults are reliant solely on their council funded care packages, as their disability benefits are used to fund other essential daily living costs, such as food, heating and other costs.
Some may have family carers, but these carers are already providing care to the limit of their resources. There is no slack for them to do more. many of the carers, themselves are aged and after many years of caring, their health as or is beginning to deteriorate.
The effects of any of these cuts will enhance the health deteriorisation of both family carers and those being cared for. This will, create many safeguarding issues and will further stretch the resources of both the NHS and Social Services.
Thereby creating a much greater funding crisis.
While I do not begrudge the ‘ring fenced’ money for Overseas Aid, thereby safeguarding the vulnerable overseas, but why can not the same be given to the vulnerable of the UK.