Ok, so It’s apparently Blog Against Disablism Day, so I felt I should say something. The problem is, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.
I guess I’m supposed to go on and on about how I’m ‘normal’ and how my disability isn’t really a disability and that I’m such a trooper.
But I’m not normal, it is a disability and I have to be a trooper because the only other choice is to lay down and die.
I’m sure there’s a lot of other posts about a lot of other accounts of discrimination against disabled people floating around today so I think I’ll just tackle a minor annoyance.
Spring is in the air and my stump is getting fuckloads of blisters from the socket, which is an improper fit. Want to know why it’s not a proper fit? I’ll tell you what my leg doctor told me.
“You’re at the age where your skin isn’t staying where it should.”
I had never felt older. Not even when I found my first gray hair at 17. I’m not even 30 yet!
I walk a lot because I can walk. I spent a good chunk of the last two years unable to walk and now I can. So I do.
Anyway, I feel that spring and summer are discriminate against my comfort. Fuck you, seasons! Quit fucking up my stump!
And while we’re on the subject of disability descrimination, I’ve found that because I can walk, other disabled people make me feel ‘less disabled’, like missing a limb isn’t a disability because they are in a wheelchair and can never walk again. Hey, I can’t feel my leg either!
You know what? Since I can walk, and I am going clubbing tomorrow, maybe I’ll even dance.
Fuck Disablism. No one can do everything.