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Every person need to be taught disability history
Not the “oh Einstein was probably autistic” or the sanitized Helen Keller story. but this history disabled people have made and has been made for us.
Teach them about Carrie Buck, who was sterilized against her will, sued in 1927, and lost because “Three generations of imbeciles [were] enough.”
Teach them about Judith Heumann and her associates, who in 1977, held the longest sit in a government building for the enactment of 504 protection passed three years earlier.
Teach them about all the Baby Does, newborns in 1980s who were born disabled and who doctors left to die without treatment, who’s deaths lead to the passing of The Baby Doe amendment to the child abuse law in 1984.
Teach them about the deaf students at Gallaudet University, a liberal arts school for the deaf, who in 1988, protested the appointment of yet another hearing president and successfully elected I. King Jordan as their first deaf president.
Teach them about Jim Sinclair, who at the 1993 international Autism Conference stood and said “don’t mourn for us. We are alive. We are real. And we’re here waiting for you.”
Teach about the disability activists who laid down in front of buses for accessible transit in 1978, crawled up the steps of congress in 1990 for the ADA, and fight against police brutality, poverty, restricted access to medical care, and abuse today.
Teach about us.
Oh! Oh! I got one! Meet Edward V. Roberts-
Ed Roberts was one of the founding minds behind the Independent Living movement. Roberts was born in 1939, and contracted polio at age 14, two years before the vaccine that ended the polio epidemic came out (vaccinate your kids). Polio left Roberts almost completely paralyzed, with only the use of two fingers and a few toes. At night, he had to sleep in an iron lung, and he would often rest there during the day as well. Other times of the day, he breathed by using his face and neck muscles to force air in and out of his lungs.
Despite this being the fifties, Roberts' mother insisted that her son continue schooling. Her support helped him face his fear of being stared at and ridiculed at school, going from thinking of himself as a "hopeless cripple" to seeing himself as a "star." When his high school tried to deny him his diploma because he had never completed driver's ed, Roberts and his mother fought the school and won.
This marked the beginning of his career as an activist.
Roberts had to fight the California Department of Vocational Rehabilitation for support to attend college, because his counselor thought he was too severely disabled to ever work or live independently. Roberts did go to school, however, first attending the College of San Marino. He was then accepted to UC Berkeley, but when the school learned that he was disabled, they tried to backtrack. "We've tried cripples before, and it didn't work," one dean famously said. The school tried to argue the dorms couldn't accommodate his iron lung, so Roberts was instead housed in an empty wing of the school's Cowell Hospital.
Roberts' admittance paved the way for other disabled students who were also housed in the new Cowell Dorm. The group called themselves "The Rolling Quads," and together they fought and advocated for better disability support, more ramps and accessible architecture like curb cut outs, founded the first formally recognized student-led disability services program in the country, and even managed to successfully oust a rehabilitation counselor who had threatened two of the Quads with expulsion for their protests.
After graduation from his master's, he served a number of other roles- he taught political science at a number of different colleges over the years, served on the board for the Center for Independent Living, confounded the World Institute on Disability with Judith E. Heumann and Joan Leon, and continued to advocate for better disability services and infrastructure at his alma mater of UC Berkeley.
Roberts also took part in and helped organize sit ins to force the federal government to enforce section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973, which stated that people with disabilities should not be excluded from activities, denied the right to receive benefits, or be discriminated against, from any program that uses federal financial assistance, solely because of their disability. The sit-in occupied the offices of the Carter Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare building in San Francisco and lasted 28 days. The protestors were supported by local gay rights organizations and the Black Panthers. Roberts and other activists spoke, and their arguments were so compelling that members of the department of health joined the sit in. Reagan was forced to acknowledge and implement the policies and rules that section 504 required. This national recognition helped to pave the way for the Americans with Disabilities Act in 1990.
Roberts died of cardiac arrest in 1995 at the age of 54, leaving behind a proud legacy of advocacy and activism. Not bad for a "hopeless cripple" whose rehab counselor thought he was too disabled to ever work.
SOME JUNK I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY PLANTS WHICH MIGHT, IF YOU SQUINT, HAVE METAPHORICAL APPLICATIONS
It's okay to cut back, even if something is big and beautiful, if it's overwhelming you. You can chop back by a third with most plants without doing any damage. It's very daunting at first, seeing the absence, and you'll think you've made a horrible mistake cutting back something that was Good - but it will recover, it will even thrive, and you will be happier not having Too Much to deal with anymore.
It's also okay to give away a plant when you realize it's not making you happy. It's okay to replace it with a different plant that does.
Some plants just don't want to live with you. You can nurse them along, coax then, coddle them, and watch them get more and more ragged and miserable no matter what you do. It's okay. It's not necessarily you. There could be a draft you can't feel, the humidity in your house could be wrong past all fixing, or maybe its roots were rotten from the day you brought it home. You can let it go without shame. You tried. It didn't want to live with you.
Succulents want to be left alone. They are very pretty, they are very exciting, but they want to be left alone. There's nothing you can do to buy a succulent's love but put it in a window and walk away.
In fact, most plants don't need you to try as hard as you'll feel obligated to try. You might crush the first few with how much you want them to be happy living with you. That's okay. Learn from it. Don't try so hard. Water less often. Except for coleus and polka dot plants, those fuckers are thirty.
Growth is slow.
When plants are repotted, they don't 'do much' for a while. All the work is going on under the soil, where they are trying to put down roots in this new place, get their nutrients, get their botanical ducks in a row, as it were. Give them time.
One day you'll look around and the plant you thought was just kicking along in very dull fashion has doubled in size, erupting with leaves that lovely waxy bright green of babyhood. It will catch you off guard. Happiness always does.
If you break something, it's not necessarily dead forever. If you strip the leaves away from the break and put it in water, you have a 50/50 chance of it putting out little white roots like hairs. You can start again sometimes, and this time don't drop it getting out of the car.
Rotate your plants if they're not in direct light, or else they'll grow weird.
Everything wants water and light. You can give them water and light. It's just a matter of finding the right proportions for the right plant.
Seriously, leave the succulents alone.
Don't stop untill you're proud.
bro oh my god … vanilla extract
vanilla extract smells wonderful but tastes horrific on its own. but mixed with sugar and flour and cream it tastes just like it smells. we need the support of others to reach our full potential
no man is an island everyone is vanilla extract
bro oh my god … vanilla extract
vanilla extract smells wonderful but tastes horrific on its own. but mixed with sugar and flour and cream it tastes just like it smells. we need the support of others to reach our full potential
no man is an island everyone is vanilla extract
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bro oh my god … vanilla extract
vanilla extract smells wonderful but tastes horrific on its own. but mixed with sugar and flour and cream it tastes just like it smells. we need the support of others to reach our full potential
no man is an island everyone is vanilla extract
hi hello ! I’m kinda back ? I had the absolute shittest 4 years. last time i was posting regularly i was in the first year of my degree and fucking killing it, thriving, and then the pandemic hit and my grandpa/ father figure passed, i got my autism dx, spent 4 years actively suicidal and escaped my abusive dad/ home situation. my studies went from the centre of my world and my joy to something pushed to the wayside, a constant failure, laced with deep shame and no capacity to fix it.
I also started doing community work. I’ve worked as a co-researcher on a paper set to be published this year, and presented at the national conference for australia’s primary youth mental health service/ foundation. sure, tafe is easier and less demanding than uni (especially being online and self paced), but I’ve done something. that being said, im taking 6 months off uni entirely and then auditioning for a new uni, a conservatory this time, and going for a double degree that would let me keep pursuing research and disability advocacy. I’ve survived this far- i want to actually live again
idk how much of a community is left on here. having this blog was what kept me in school when i wanted to drop out, and was my space when i was trying to manage the transition to uni and manage with undiagnosed autism and no supports. is there a community left to come back to anymore? am i just shouting into the void? if you’re out there, please shout back. I miss you.
11.20.21 | getting cozy in the grad student study space. it's the second time my friend and i have been the only ones in here (it is a saturday so...)
October 29, 2021
First time in my uni library and I fell in love with the aesthetic! It was actually the Political Sciences faculty's library, because Humanities' was all booked. It was a small and cozy place, and sitting right next to the bookshelves helped boosting my motivation - which I really needed, since I'm having a hard time focusing on, and understanding, one of the book I'm supposed to read for my Contemporary History exam (yes, still that one). Still, I really enjoyed the place, and I might end up booking a seat there (on purpose) a few times more this semester :)