I’ll admit I’ve shied away from writing about the other side of my “sandwich” from my Dad’s—that is, about my daughter. This is not because of what I would write about her impact on my life, but because she is much more likely to read it and that conveys, to me, a much greater responsibility to consider her feelings and wishes. Today, though, it may be time. I’ve just read a “tweet” from a colleague advising me that tomorrow, May 1st, is Blogging Against Disablism Day, or BADD. badd02.gif is a link to the symbol for the day, and http://bit.ly/j48odZ is a link to the blog that is hosting the event.
Since about the age of two, my daughter has struggled under a variety of disabilities—none terribly severe, in and of themselves, but in accumulation, seriously limiting. I have come to believe, gradually, that the most disabling aspect of these various learning, behavioral, and emotional struggles has been the fact that she accepts them as a “disability.”
