Showing posts with label Healing me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Healing me. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

God keeps blessing me

So I finally have a video! Here it is:



Let me first say that my problem with this is not about religion. The thing that bugs me is that she only blessed me because I am a "poor disabled girl". I guarantee if I was not visibly disabled, she would not have said anything. She didn't bless my aide. This blessing makes disability a "bad" thing. She definitely thought I was miserable because I am disabled. It reminds me of the last comment the waitress made- "I want you to feel better." Both comments make disability something you need to cure rather than just diversity.

I don't yell at these kinds of people because they think they are doing something nice. Honestly, they probably wouldn't understand if I told them. I don't feel like it' s my responsibility to educate every person. If people ask questions I will certainly answer but I don't seek out opportunities for education.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Get out of my way or I will pee on you...

Story time (since I have no new videos)! Let me preface this by saying that although there is some religion involved in the story, I am in no way suggesting that it was the religion that bothered me. Just the annoying people.

So I was at the Abilities Expo, which for those of you who don't know is an annual conference showcasing the latest technology for disabled people. There is everything from wheelchairs to beds to communication devices, and lots and lots of disabled people.  Its held in a conference hall where a few conferences can be held at once. I spent the morning cruising the exhibits, talking to the vendors, and enjoying the company of other people with disabilities. When noon rolled around I had to use the bathroom, so me and my aide took off to find them. There was a long line of women in purple robes gathering in front of the women's bathroom. I thought that was a bit odd but I knew other people were holding conferences of their own. I just thought this must have been some sort of  purple robe conference, so I took my place in line.  Then it started.

It quickly became apparent that all of these women were involved in a Jehovah's Witness conference and they all began talking to me, telling me how they can heal me, patting my head, and causing a general hubbub. I was used to this but I really had to pee and they were all crowded around me. Even when I went in the stall (which was not handicapped so I couldn't close the door all the way) they were still talking.

I guarantee if I wasn't visibly disabled, they wouldn't have been nearly as intereted in me.  And because I can't talk I couldn't tell them "If you don't move I will pee on you". My aide could have, but she didn't want to seem rude. It was even tricker because I knew they were coming from a place of good intention, so I didn't want to be snippy.  But let this be a lesson. Even if you mean well, you can still be annoying, especially when there is pee involved.