Please Don't Post Those Inspirational Photos of People with Disabilities

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I have something to get off my chest today. And, perhaps because I just had all four wisdom teeth out and am in too much pain to think straight, I'm just going to say it. Consequences be damned. I have a
wish today. This is it:

I want people to please stop posting inspiring photos of disabled kids or adults running in races or
winning medals with captions that say things like "The only disability in
life is a bad attitude."


Why, you ask. You are all lovely people. You mean well. You
have sound ethics. You have no wish to offend. All this is certainly true. I
know you inspirational-meme-posting people. These
are not the bad folks. These, my friends, are the good ones.
But. Please,
anyhow, I am asking you don't post these images anymore with their accompanying
inspirational quotes. 

Here's why:

The only disability in life is not, in fact, a bad attitude. There are many
other disabilities that one can have which will make it difficult to
live life on terms negotiated in the Usual Life Contract. There are many
people in many places, near and far, with disabilities more difficult to bear,
physically or medically, mentally or emotionally than those in my inner circle,
but I don’t want to speak for them today. I hope they can, as they are able,
speak for themselves and for their loved ones. I will speak only for my own
family. We are no perfect example. We are just all I know.

We do know something about disability. In my own house, many
of the disabilities are relatively minor: for instance, learning problems such
as ADHD and Auditory Processing Disorder. Minor, yes, but real enough to cause
actual pain and difficulty to those who have to live with them. Real enough to require
difficult decisions. Real enough to be recognized under the Americans with Disabilities Act. In my
house, we also live with Dyslexia. We live with Chronic Pain -- severe enough
that we are now find ourselves supporting our kids on one income.

We live, for the most part, with disabilities that no one
can easily see. We all have the use of all our legs and arms. We have our full
cognition -- squirrely as we are -- but we are all, to some extent, disabled. We
have -- all of us adults -- also worked with disability in our professional
lives. My mother worked twenty years in special education. I worked two as a
one-on-one instructional aide, and my husband spent five years working in a
group home for autistic adults. Our lives have been touched time and again by
those that cannot do what “everybody” can do. I think, too, that in this we are
not so unusual a family.

My husband and I know and teach our kids that attitude is
critical. Attitude is what teaches you to advocate for yourself. Attitude is
what teaches you to shoot for the stars. Attitude is also what teaches you, as
often, to accept your limitations with a smile and be truly grateful for what
you have. Attitude doesn't, though -- and this is important -- make you not disabled. It doesn't give you
the impulse control or the attention span of a child unaffected with ADHD or
the reading prowess of a non-dyslexic adult. It doesn't let me run
for exercise, with the exhaustion and pain of my fibromyalgia, much as I might
want to. Attitude has taught me to love life without everything the average
Facebook meme poster might enjoy: the morning run, the camping trip, the energy
to spend with friends. I love life with my
disability, not in spite of it and not while
I'm pretending it isn't there.

Is this semantics? I don't think so. If you think the only
disability is attitude, you won't get around to giving me a call to see how I'm
getting along. Once I can no longer run with you, I will simply drift out of
your life. You see me as the author of my own experience and so your compassion
-- the hard work of maintaining friendship -- isn't needed.  If my kid has
a can-do attitude, you will think, he too can succeed in what all kids are
asked to do in school. Witness this anonymous little girl with the artificial
legs. If she can do it, what's our excuse? Anyone who puts their mind to it can
achieve, right? Like every other kind of banal prejudice, these Facebook memes
are a window into something of our collective ignorance. They can, if we let
them, reveal what we assume.

Wikipedia says: "The "ableist" societal
world-view is that the able-bodied are the norm in society, and that
people who have disabilities must
either strive to become that norm
 [witness the inspiring disabled athlete]
or should keep their distance from able-bodied people." (Emphasis and
insertion added by me.) Close your eyes and think of the most inspiring ill or
disabled people you know. What is it that inspires you? Is it that they have
found a measure of peace with their lives or that they have somehow overcome
the challenge of their disability? Are they supposed
to overcome? And does that overcoming necessarily mean looking or behaving more
like you?

In this thoughtful article, by Cristina Hartmann,
the author goes further in explaining why inspiring pictures of people with
disabilities are generally offensive to disabled folks. The answer, of course,
in short, is the same as why it is generally offensive that all African
Americans should be inundated with images of highly successful black folks as
“models,” and why all women should not be bludgeoned with stories and magazine
spreads about "having it all." Most of us aren't going to "have
it all." Most of us aren't going to want to train for the Olympics with
two artificial legs. If people do that and it inspires them, then that is
inspiring to me as well. I am inspired by
people working for what they want for themselves, on their own terms.
But these
racing, medal moments are not the ideals for all of us.

The rest of us want to be seen for who we are as well. 

Let me share some victories from inside my disabled life. The
victory of my getting up and getting another day under my belt, even when my
discomfort climbs over eight on the pain scale. My learning disabled son's
victory in reading a passage out loud correctly without tears after skipping
lines six times before in his attempts. My husband's reading enough material to
take and pass a test for his IT certifications. My child with ADHD’s ending the
day knowing the location of his wallet. All of these acts are heroic to me. We
fight the fight each day. We smile and enjoy the journey. We admit our
limitations, and we choose which battles we will wage. I often win when I
remember that I cannot do it all, and I decide to go ahead and skip that
potluck, as much as I wanted to see my friends. I win when I have had the
strength to attend to my crying child because I first took the time to rest. My
seven year-old wins biggest when he falls off his bike, stands up and says, “Mistakes,
mistakes. That’s what it takes!” because we’ve taught him that it’s OK to screw
things up.

To really see that victory you have to see the disability. You have to know how hard-won is that
failure without tears, or the willingness to let go of something social in
favor of taking rest. Don’t be afraid to look, to ask. And please don’t forget
we are out here. One in five
Americans lives with a physical or mental disability, one in ten of them
considered severe
. When you are posting your motivational memes and daily doses of runner’s glee,
it is wise to remember that they are not always viewed by someone with a body
that will ever run. And so I invite you not to political correctness -- because,
honestly, who gives a crap -- but to an appreciation for your membership in a
whole human family; gay, straight, black, white, immigrant and aboriginal,
faithful and empirically-minded, able-bodied and disabled. Next to you is
always somebody you wouldn’t want to hurt. It bears thinking about.

And maybe that’s the hardest thing of all, just adding that
second step.

1. See. Laugh.
2. Stop. Think.
3. Repost. Or not.

Thanks for listening. Please share your thoughts. What does “disability”
mean in your life and from where do you draw inspiration in tackling hard
things?

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