I've always thought it to be interesting when someone is surprised that I am good at something.
It's as if they look at me, size me up, and decide that because of my appearance, I must not be good for much.
I really hate that physical appearance matters so much in this world.
I hate even more that I can't quit caring about it.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
continuing saga
I missed autism awareness month this year. I didn't exactly miss it, but I suppose I didn't post anything in time for April.
Nothing to say except, read this article:
http://special-ism.com/why-autism-acceptance-is-not-enough/2/
My favorite quote from this article:
"Awareness Leads to Acceptance for Most Disabilities
People who are aware of blindness do not expect blind people to try harder to see.
People who are aware of seizure disorders
do not expect those who have seizures to try harder not to seize.
People who are aware of paraplegia do not expect paraplegics to try harder to walk."
There are several pages, but worth clicking through to read them all.
Nothing to say except, read this article:
http://special-ism.com/why-autism-acceptance-is-not-enough/2/
People who are aware of blindness do not expect blind people to try harder to see.
People who are aware of seizure disorders
do not expect those who have seizures to try harder not to seize.
People who are aware of paraplegia do not expect paraplegics to try harder to walk."
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
friend or foe
I've been attending rehearsals in a space that has one whole wall of mirrors, very helpful for dancers and dance routines.
I watch how people react to the mirror.
Some little girls walk, talk, and giggle, all while watching themselves intently in the mirror. They are mesmerized by their own image; can't take their eyes off themselves. They seemed to be pleased with what they see or at least interested.
The grown women avoid the mirror at all cost. The mirror is the enemy.
At what point does the shift begin? When does your own image become your least favorite thing to look at?
I watch how people react to the mirror.
Some little girls walk, talk, and giggle, all while watching themselves intently in the mirror. They are mesmerized by their own image; can't take their eyes off themselves. They seemed to be pleased with what they see or at least interested.
The grown women avoid the mirror at all cost. The mirror is the enemy.
At what point does the shift begin? When does your own image become your least favorite thing to look at?
the unpublished song
this is the unpublished song
a song from the heart
a song from the soul
with questions of why does it have to be this way
will it ever change
they talk about living a life that i don't understand
i don't think it exists
not for me
i have to try harder than everyone else
to struggle to be good enough
and i never succeed
so i pretend
and no one ever knows
because i'm good at pretending
a song from the heart
a song from the soul
with questions of why does it have to be this way
will it ever change
they talk about living a life that i don't understand
i don't think it exists
not for me
i have to try harder than everyone else
to struggle to be good enough
and i never succeed
so i pretend
and no one ever knows
because i'm good at pretending
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