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December 13, 2009

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Lorraine

Hey Steve, Just read this and thought that people with disabilities are not just "our children, our sisters, daughters, sons, fathers and mothers, our veterans, our colleagues", but our future selves. If for no other reason than self interest, it behooves us all to understand with a passion that disability awareness expands human possibilities for all of us

wjpeace

Great post. Students with disabilities encounter discrimination at colleges and universities nationwide. I find this deeply troubling as higher education is supposed to be populated by educated, liberal, and understanding people. The reality s much different. Worse yet there are precious few professors with disabilities that serve as role models and advocates for students. And to this I may add texts about and by authors with a disability are absent. No wonder higher education is hostile to the inclusion of people with a disability.

Kathryn

Great post. I totally agree. There is so much stigmatism in general still. At a very famous college near to us, there are all these signs of the person in a wheelchair that point to alternative entrances, but lead nowhere or to stairs!!! They make a good show of it. As an organizational psychologist I see this lack of access, masked by many pretty blue signs, as a symbol, an artifact of how things might really work there. I don't go or teach there, but I have taken Ellie in her chair for a walk there and it's not obvious what to do via the many signs that are supposed to direct us, and in fact did to many sets of stairs....

Shoshana

Hi Steve, I just came across your blog, and it is very interesting. The Iowa Department for the Blind recently collaborated with Mary Swander's poetry class at ISU to help raise awareness about disabilities through poetry. Mary, you may know, is very keen on increasing disability awareness and is very supportive of the Iowa Dept. for the Blind and its mission. We were able to educate 40 undergrads through their classwork and spread their knowledge to the general public. A very cool event. You might want to check out the results: http://www.idbonline.org/newsroom/poetry-goes-beyond-words
This project will likley go on the road throughout Iowa, so if it comes to Iowa City, you should definitely check it out.

Georgia Whitney

I am not much of a political animal, so react to this wonderful post on a much more personal level, to wit: there were two new parishioners in church today, a woman maybe a shred older than I, and her daughter. The older woman appeared to be blind, and I am embarrassed to say that for a split-second I almost forgot to shake her hand and say hello--even though I'd just greeted her daughter. People with disabilities have enough to handle with out the rest of us being assholes, and today I skated perilously close to sphincter status.

Leslie B.

Don’t be too hard on yourself, Georgia, even simple behaviors are complex enough that most of the time we must rely on automatic behaviors and responses to complete even fairly simple interactions. Eye contact is a fairly primary cue to signal the initiation of verbal communication. So if two people approach, you’ll tend to automatically talk first to the one who visually engages you. Dale Carnegie teaches that to car salespeople, and it can give them an edge over the nearer, yet less visually attentive salespeople on the showroom floor.

On my 40th birthday, Ruben Hernandez took me out to lunch. The waiter asked me what the two of us would like to order. Ruben then interjected in Spanish (as best I could follow) that his dear friend was celebrating a birthday today, and he would like to know what menu items the waiter would recommend that she would especially enjoy. Oh, and then the two of them were suddenly bosom buddies endlessly chatting away. I realized ruefully that, in one game-changing moment, Ruben’s blind Latino macho card had easily trumped my eye-contact Gringo woman card. I settled back into marginalized social passivity to await my meal.

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