The Edge of the Abyss

The Edge of the Abyss
Depression is not a sign of weakness

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

ON INTERNET MEMES AND OTHER UNQUESTIONED ACTS OF BIGOTRY



Perhaps by now you’ve seen the Internet meme making the rounds of a drawing of a guy in a wheelchair. He’s looking back over his shoulder, a sad, pathetic expression on his face. Surrounding him are the following words: “If you're (sic) spouse became disabled for the rest of there (sic) lives, would you still be with them???”


Yes, dear reader, it is taking all of the strength I can muster to resist calling the meme’s creator a moron incapable of knowing the difference between "you're" and "your" and “their” and “there,” or even knowing how to use a software grammar check function. And, yes, I am irritated with the use of the pronoun “them,” as if the question poses the hypothetical situation that this is a pluralist marriage that includes multiple partners who “became disabled” all at once. Perhaps it’s implying the crash of a plane on which the multiple marital partners were flying, or they all contracted a rare tropical disease while on safari together.


I also believe it is quite likely that anyone who uses three question marks in a row probably dots every letter “i” with a tiny heart. For that reason alone, the meme’s creator should be placed a stockade in the village square and bombarded with rotten produce.
 

Nevertheless, it’s not the meme’s grammatical atrocities that have inspired me to write this post. It is the sheer butt-puckering bigotry of the question being posed. Why is it an acceptable question worthy of an answer?


Would it be appropriate to ask: “If your spouse sent in DNA to 23 and Me and learned he/she had African ancestry, would you divorce him/her?” Or “If your spouse told you his/her grandparents emigrated from Uruguay, would you make him/her relocate permanently to the guest bedroom?” Or perhaps “If your spouse converted to Judaism, would you toss him/her off a cliff?”


I’d like to think that most decent human beings would be appalled by questions about whether a spouse remains worthy of love even if he/she is of a different race, religion or country of national origin. Yet when it comes to disability, many people – such as those that actually answered the question on Facebook – feel it’s fine to weigh the option of giving walking papers to the person they married.


I’m not sure whether to be pissed off or profoundly sad that a quarter century after the passage of the ADA – the most comprehensive civil rights statute ever enacted to protect disabled folks from discrimination – societal attitudes remain in the Dark Ages. We continue to deny that illnesses and health issues are inextricably part of the human condition. We still cling to hierarchies, to notions of “us versus them,” to assigning value to other human beings based on their ability to meet an often unattainable ideal.


Perhaps I should buy a more comfortable mattress for the guest bedroom.

Friday, January 8, 2016

Hey y'all: I'm published! Check out "Tales of Our Lives"


Revealing yourself is never easy. I'd venture to say it's doubly hard for gimps. We're always trying to fit in, so revealing more details of a gimpy life can make us feel quite vulnerable. That's why we have to take control and turn it around.  You want to hear what it's like to limp around with an ugly leg brace in junior high? How others stare at, or right through you? Well, here are some gory details:

"Clark stood in the hallway with the dolly. Its flat wooden bed was fine for hauling boxes of urinal cakes or the sawdust stuff the janitor sprinkled on the floor to soak up puke. It was less than ideal for towing a gimp girl in a flouncy prairie skirt."  (from my memoir piece, "Crip Cargo Hook-Up" in Tales of Our Lives: Fork in the Road.)

If it's gory (and entertaining) details you seek, check out my two memoir pieces in a two-volume, 81-story anthology of authentic voices of women writers. "TALES OF OUR LIVES: Fork in the Road" (available from Amazon at: http://amzn.to/20VYNJq) and "TALES OF OUR LIVES: Reflection Pond" (http://amzn.to/1MQGKdk) are collections of award-winning stories. 
  
Both collections are CHEAP on amazon.com! Starting Jan. 8 at 11 am EST, each volume will be $ .99 for the first couple days. The price increases one dollar every couple of days until it stops at the regular price of $3.99. 

You can read these stories even if you don't have a tablet or Kindle reader. Just download from Amazon onto your PC.
 
 Get 'em while they're hot! 

Here's an excerpt from my other story:

"As Iris’s mom plunked down on the kitchen table her white suede shoulder bag with its foot-long fringe, I began to take a good look at her. She was definitely not Carol Brady. She stood about 5 feet 4 and her platinum, crimped hair hung nearly to her waist. Unlike my mom who never left the house without wearing a Playtex girdle, Iris’s mom embraced her curves. To quote a C.W. McCall song that my dad loved: she was 'built like a burlap bag full of bobcats.'"  (From my memoir piece, "Iris and Me" in Tales of Our Lives: Reflection Pond.)

Thanks for indulging me.