“Take this burden off of the communities”...
My pain level was so high, I was wishing I had *safe* access to an emergency room where I wouldn’t be labeled as “drug-seeking” & discharged in worse condition. But I don’t, because chronic pain patients aren’t treated with respect or dignity.
I couldn’t watch the debate. The moving background made it inaccessible.
Disability was *finally* mentioned during a debate, and *that* is what we got. So much for #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs, I guess.
We push back, and push back, and push back some more.
“I’m a caregiver of...”
“I’m a teacher for...”
I watched person after person tell their heart-wrenching (🙄) or inspirational (😬) story... of someone else.
Because, as always, we’re not supposed to speak for ourselves. Our experiences don’t matter, except in relation to how they affect those around us.
(Large bold italicized underlined highlighted sarcasm font used here.)
Guess what. She’s wrong. Language matters, and it evolves.
He just left me speechless. Infuriated. Hurt. Disappointed. Disgusted.
And it’s just further compounded by the reactions of self-proclaimed progressives to disabled people’s legitimate criticism.
I don’t make the rules. That’s just the way it is.
And even though I’m exhausted & in pain, that helped give me a little boost to voice my thoughts.
• This is *mild* compared to what I’d like to say.
• As I already stated, he’s shown that he *does not listen* to disabled voices.
• It is beyond frustrating that his voice is given a national platform to discuss