Can we talk about how disabled people are literally left to die in emergency situations? Because I feel like we donât talk about this enough.
Today my apartment building (I live in on-campus living) had a fire drill. I live on the ninth floor. The last few times weâve had one Iâve been able to drag myself downstairs with the help of my roommates and Iâve had several flareups because of this.
When the alarm went off, I decided to see if I could get an exception to use the elevator instead, even though we technically arenât supposed to use them. Iâm already in a flareup and I would not have been able to make it downstairs without assistance, and I did not want to make my symptoms even worse.
There was a security guard in my floorâs common area. I asked him if I could use the elevators and he said no. I asked what I should do, gesturing to my cane so he knew I wasnât going to be able to go down the stairs. He told me to sit down and wait for his supervisor.
He was on the phone with his supervisor for several minutes, and eventually the supervisor came upstairs. He asked if I was the one who needed medical help and I said yes. He then asked if this was a âtemporary or long-term thing.â I told him it was long-term.
Then he says, âwell, you canât use the elevators. If thereâs a fire in the elevator room, they wonât work, so we shut them down for drills.â
I asked what I was supposed to do then, and he said: âWhy are you even living here? You shouldnât be living on the ninth floor. You need to talk to ODS (Office of Disability Services) and move to a different apartment.â
The original security guard chimed in with, âyou should just go back to your room and wait it out. And then both of them just left.
They didnât even try to offer assistance or come up with a solution. No asking what my capabilities were, no offering to help me down the stairs, no trying to figure out a way for me to safely exit the building. Nothing. They just turned it around on me, blamed me for daring to not live on the ground floor.
If worse came to worst and there WAS a real fire, I would find a way to get out. Iâd take the flareup over dying. But what if I couldnât walk? What if I was in a wheelchair, or could only walk a few steps? What then? And what if this was the only apartment I could afford? What if this was the only room that was available? What if ODS was not accessible to me? What if for one reason or another I couldnât get housing accommodations?
Would I just be left to die because the people whose job it is to help people decided they couldnât be bothered to at least TRY to come up with a solution?
The worst part is, during one of the previous drills, security told us: âIf youâre disabled and need help exiting the building, please let us know, and weâll come up with a plan.â And yet when I did that, the best they could offer me was essentially telling me âyouâd better hope thereâs not a real fire, because weâre not going to help you if there is.â
Unbelievable. And I know Iâm far from the only person who has experienced this. This was literally a discussion point in my Disability Studies class a few weeks agoâ how disabled people are often left behind in emergencies, how they are blamed for not being able to get out, for having the audacity to exist in a world that is inaccessible. Itâs absolutely horrific that these people would sooner let us die a horrific, traumatic death than be bothered to come up with a way to help or offer any kind of assistance.
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