Coming out as a cripple


I’ve never hidden the fact that I have MS but today I’m coming out as a cripple—claiming my identity as disabled.

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Pity and The Prom

Yes please stop the avalanche of inspiration porn. As a disabled woman who uses a wheelchair in public with an able partner I know people are thinking this about us.

My partner didn’t marry me to gain brownie points.

We’ve reached that part of year once again folks, prom season; a time of excitement, overpriced gowns and ableist memes.

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Ode to a brilliant woman, Marilyn Monroe and an FU to Megan Fox — Musings of a mad woman

“Dogs never bite me. Just humans.” ― Marilyn Marilyn lived a very troubled life and struggled with mental illness. When she was young her mother was even institutionalized as a paranoid schizophrenic. Marilyn constantly feared the eventual diagnoses of her own mental health. Marilyn was extremely intelligent and was said to have an IQ of 168. […]

via Ode to a brilliant woman, Marilyn Monroe and an FU to Megan Fox — Musings of a mad woman

Accessibility is for Everybody (Part 3) — Katie Rose Guest Pryal

This post is Part 3 of 3 in a series of blog posts I’ve written this week about disability accommodation, accessibility, and finally, conferences. In the first post, I pointed out the massive difference between accommodation and accessibility. Accommodation. A long, arduous word. And what does it mean? Meeting the needs of? Assisting? Making extra space…

via Accessibility is for Everybody (Part 3) — Katie Rose Guest Pryal

Disability and Proleptic Imagination

“Prolepsis” I now have a word for this thing I often experience. A wonderful essay on the human-animal bond, especially in regards to disability. I feel like I will often come back to this piece on days I am “wiped out” and surrounded by cats.

Planet of the Blind



Proleptic. In rhetoric “the anticipation of possible objections in order to answer them in advance.”


The Swedish poet Kristina Lugn writes about the static nature of normalcy with a nod to a subject’s complicity, an irony known to all the disabled I’ve ever known. I’ve always admired these lines:

There are lots of women my age

who’ve even less reason to like themselves

but force others to do it anyway 

even though they’re neither beautiful 

nor in any way productive. 

Gallop Gallop. 

Perhaps its not that ridiculous after all 

to use vegetable dyes. 

Exercise is also good, especially for the brain. 

And to express your feelings in ceramics. 

Because then you get at the same time a bunch of stuff

that gives the home character.

Something to be proud of.

Gallop Gallop.


Prolepsis is a finely countenanced, socially agreeable internalized mode of oppression. All advertising depends…

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