http://www.streetsie.com/ableism-definition-normal/ Where all the cool wheelchair people hang out Tue, 07 Feb 2012 10:53:15 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.streetsie.com/ableism-definition-normal/comment-page-1/#comment-7204 Graham Wed, 11 Jan 2012 08:35:45 +0000 http://www.streetsie.com/?p=2112#comment-7204 Well said Dan. Well said Dan.

]]> http://www.streetsie.com/ableism-definition-normal/comment-page-1/#comment-7203 Dan Wed, 11 Jan 2012 08:07:43 +0000 http://www.streetsie.com/?p=2112#comment-7203 I never was accused of being "normal" before so there is no reason to expect it now. I never was accused of being “normal” before so there is no reason to expect it now.

]]> http://www.streetsie.com/ableism-definition-normal/comment-page-1/#comment-6777 Deb Mon, 22 Aug 2011 16:04:43 +0000 http://www.streetsie.com/?p=2112#comment-6777 Reading this article again, this time from a different perpective and a renewed sense of outrage. The definition of ableism here is a tidy, neat description...yet when we see its ugly face, feel its sharp sting, or hear its seething hiss ableism we realize its strength. And little do we know how dark and mean ableism is until we discover it in the hearts of those we value the most. Discrimination, devaluation, disgust from a stranger brings no surprise. Charm, wit, education, even flashing the middle finger can change a passing attitude. But, when ableism rears its ugly head from our own flesh and blood, that pain runs long and deep. That long hidden loathing, so suddenly and unexpectedly revealed from such a dark heart was more disappointing than it was hurtful. Confronting ableism on the street, I have discovered, is far simpler than sweeping it out of my own home. Reading this article again, this time from a different perpective and a renewed sense of outrage. The definition of ableism here is a tidy, neat description…yet when we see its ugly face, feel its sharp sting, or hear its seething hiss ableism we realize its strength. And little do we know how dark and mean ableism is until we discover it in the hearts of those we value the most. Discrimination, devaluation, disgust from a stranger brings no surprise. Charm, wit, education, even flashing the middle finger can change a passing attitude. But, when ableism rears its ugly head from our own flesh and blood, that pain runs long and deep. That long hidden loathing, so suddenly and unexpectedly revealed from such a dark heart was more disappointing than it was hurtful. Confronting ableism on the street, I have discovered, is far simpler than sweeping it out of my own home.

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