Saturday Slumgullion #11

Years and years have gone by and I still can’t get used to all this staring. And then the talk. Talk like fruit dropped in crystal. The talk they have kept secret even from themselves.

  • Dr. Lisa I. Iezzoni writes in the New England Journal of Medicine (as a doctor who uses a wheelchair) about the failings of nondisabled doctors in dealing with disabled patients.
  • Gordon Rattray travels Ethiopia with lots of assistance from generous and friendly people.
  • Penny at Disability Studies U, Temple Univ. offers an impressive round-up of recent disability blogging that puts my slumgullions to shame.
  • Wheelchair Dancer spent a little time last weekend critquing the NYT and its lack of crip savvy in two particular articles, here and here. Excellent analyses of the nondisabled slant in mainstream media. She also writes with candor and delicacy about how the joys of imperfection do sometimes clash with a decided ambivalence about her disability. I hope to write a response to this soon, but it’s not to be missed on its own.
  • Kari Brooks catalogues some of the responses she gets when it becomes known she’s a special education teacher in her post, “God loves alligators.”
  • Nappy as I Want to Be writes about youth of color and mental illness. She provides lots of excellent links about specific racial groups and how vulnerability to both mental illness and lack of care can effect each when care is built focusing on the point of view and problems of mostly white males.

Now, it’s a good thing I don’t engage in making mass judgements about nonautistic people based on the actions of a few. If I did, I’d probably be pointing to this incident as proof that we have a moral imperative to search for a cure for “non-autism”.

Like the exhibit, the book traces the families’ efforts to find education, friends and support for their mentally disabled children – at a time when institutionalization was the social norm.

Through informal dinners and other get-togethers, the families became a political force, Schwartzenberg said.

“You learn about these remarkable moms,” Schwartzenberg said. “It’s a story about the women’s movement. It’s a story about civil rights. It’s a story about family collections. And it’s a story about disability as well.”

The families’ efforts culminated in the passage of the state’s 1971 Education for All law, which guaranteed every Washington child an education. The law was the predecessor to the federal Education for All Handicapped Children Act of 1975.

  • In a FindLaw column from 2001, Sherry F. Colb discusses disability discrimination and her experience with the New York bar exam:

The exam was scheduled to begin at 9 AM, but the proctors in the “special” room did not hand out the test papers until closer to 10. I worried briefly that we might not get the full time allotted to complete the test, but no one seemed to be keeping an eye on the clock. The next morning, on Day Two of the exam, it appeared we would again be starting late. I asked one of the proctors whether perhaps we could begin our exam at 9 AM on that day. With a puzzled expression on her face, she asked why. I replied that everyone else was taking the exam at 9 AM, and that I did not know of any reason for us to be delayed. She smiled and responded slowly: “If you think you can take the exam with the normal people, why don’t you go ahead and try?”


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    Kitty says:

    You know, that FindLaw article angered me to no end. I had a similarly bad experience when I took my GREs. ETS said they would provide me with a scribe. One hour into the test period, no scribe had arrived. A department administrator had to fill in at the very last minute, taking time out of her busy day, and my exam was cut short by an hour. When I asked about retesting due to these irregularities, I was told sure, you can take the test again, that will be another $115. If I hadn’t scored well, I would have made SUCH a stink.

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    Blue says:

    Yep, I had to take a weekend to drive to Tucson and stay in a hotel because my own university in Tempe couldn’t assure me accessibility at the time (though it probably was accessible, the GRE testing service couldn’t tell me it was). So, I get to Tucson, and the building my test is in didn’t really have accessible bathrooms. (I don’t call a stall with a shower curtain for a door accessible when using that stall required my scooter to stick out beyond the plastic curtain so that everyone entering the restroom or passing by in the hall outside could see me sitting there.) It was a long damn test day for me. Weekend, actually. And more expensive for me beause of this.

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    Blue says:

    I did get to sit with all the “normal” boys and girls for the test itself, though it was held in a tiered lecture hall so that I couldn’t approach the front where the proctor sat, as I recall.