“Blogging Against Disablism Day” is May 1st, 2011

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 1^st, 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.”

A New Year and a New Blog, together on the very same day

Good New Year, Anyone who might be reading!  This is my very first post to this blog, which is likely to be weirdly idiosyncratic--I hope it will also be interesting and at least sometimes thought-provoking.  The title comes from the "sandwich generation," of which I am a member with some serious credentials.
While I propose to explore a lot of different kinds of "sandwiches" (or inconsistencies/contradictions), in the course of writing this blog, my primary sandwich has me and my husband as filling.  We are hard-working people, baby-boomers, who came of age in the late 60's, married just out of college, and have stuck together ever since.  Our "bread," at this point, consists of our daughter, who is 38, lives with us, and has some challenging disabilities, and my father. He does not live with us but he is a strong influence in our lives.  To expand this introductory post, I'll begin with him--he is my history and a huge piece of the gateway to who I am.