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Disability

I don’t know how to complain

Let’s start silly. I described my  @bmo account as a rubber duck. You should explain the problem you have with it. But I put solutions there. And I can justify it. Well, sort of: I don’t want to complain, I want to be useful.

Lines of red, gold, white, blue, and green in low brightness colors run diagonally across the black field.
[Disability Pride flag]

But it goes way, way beyond that. You see, I’m disabled. I have a pension and everything. But I never talk about it. Why not? Internalized ableism? Patriarchy@? Self-esteem issues? All of the above? Probably all of the above.

It even goes to ridiculous places. I care about ableist language regardless of the fact that I’m disabled. I care about racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. languages without being a member of any of the groups affected by those. But I fear that my contribution would be less if I presented myself as disabled. “Of course you care about yourself!” Ridiculous, as I said.

I have no opinion about “disabled person” vs. “person with a disability”. You can call me both.

I even justify writing this not as something about myself, but because it is still very important to raise awareness. Which is true.

At the end of the day, I don’t think I would ever feel comfortable complaining about everything about or around me. I would never call myself a survivor. But at least I would try to pick one or two things and be more open about it.