Wednesday 1 May 2013

#BADD Growing Up Beside You

This is Imperial Place, Borehamwood.

A few days ago, someone asked me for directions to get there. I gave the directions. Off he trotted. I assume he got there - I have no reason to think he didn't.

OK, I hear you say. But why am I telling you this little anecdote?

Well, he asked me. There were other people around, but he asked me - the woman in the wheelchair. Unless you use a wheelchair yourself, you have no idea how rare this is.

You're much more likely to find someone looking at you like you're a bit weird because you're laughing, or standing up, or walking a few steps (YOU FRAUD!), or smoking a cigarette, or getting things off the top shelf in the supermarket, or clothes shopping, or drinking alcohol.

I mean, how dare I have anything approaching a normal life? I'm a cripple! It's surprising enough to see me out on my own without a minder, never mind doing things that everyone else - regular people, whose legs and stuff work - does.

Why does this happen? There has been a tradition of "Othering" disabled people, setting up an "us and them" dichotomy. Once disabled people are established as "them", they are seen as one homogenous mass. At the very most, they are split into "wheelchair users", "blind people", "deaf people" and so on. Within each sub-group, there is no scope for variation. So, for instance, a punk rocker using a wheelchair is far more shocking than an able-bodied punk rocker would be.

Other wheelchair users like myself may have experienced the shock it causes when they stand up, or walk a few paces. The standard definition of the subgroup "wheelchair user" is "totally unable to walk", and many members of the general population with no experience of disability are completely thrown by any standing or walking ability.

Similarly, use of a wheelchair is associated in many people's minds with learning difficulties. I have had an assistant in Clinton's Cards telling me how to use a book of stamps. (I told her I was doing a PhD and I thought I would cope.)

What can be done to counter this Othering? More and more exposure to more and more disabled people, showing our variety and the realities of our different lives, and how close they are in so many ways to the lives of everyone else in the world. Yes, that needs a more accessible society and a decent welfare system, so we're maybe talking long-term. But there are some good guys out there already. Think back to my Imperial Place experience.

Each individual like that who "gets it" is one more person who can spread the word that disabled people are - in the end - just people. It's best when it starts in childhood. So what we need to do is for you to grow up beside me, and I'll grow up beside you. Paolo Nutini says it well, I think.

This is my post for Blogging Against Disablism Day 2013. You can find the other links on Goldfish's great blog (which I recommend in general!) here.


  1. Brilliant and how very true, I had a similar sort of event - a woman in Debenhams atempted to get me to try thier perfume. I didnt but my husband said, Oooohh get her she spoke to you and everythink.

  2. Excellent post, Margo.

    I remember once my sheer joy when shopping with my ex-husband in a DIY store, that the shop assistant addressed me. I had asked the question (something about replacing kitchen tiles, I can't remember) and frankly, I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd address the man, even if I had been on my feet, because I've been in that scenario too. But no, he addressed the woman in the wheelchair and explained the necessary process to me as if I was the expert at whatever it was.

    Incidentally, because of my poor reading, I read "Imperial Palace" as opposed to "Imperial Place". They so ought to change the name to that!

    Thank you for participating in BADD again!

    1. I, too, read it as Imperial Palace! Ah well, such are the vagaries of Spooniedom.

  3. This is the kind of thing that is surprising to me as well: in a good way, of course, but when somebody treats me as just... a normal part of wherever I am, it's still novel enough to be startling, unfortunately. So I get what you're saying, for sure.

  4. Took a mobility scooter to Glastonbury Festival once and loads of people talked to me....unfortunately only because they thought it was a great idea to get around the site and where could they get one, not once considering I might actually need it!