Take a Disabled Person Flying Today (COPA Post 11/5/05) |
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Stuart,
Phil has it exactly right.
I never really appreciated the feelings and the abilities of the
"disabled" until it struck close to home. It us, the abled, that
usually assume they can do less than they can do.
I totally agree with Phil and Todd.
For two months after my recent brain surgery I squarely fit the definition of
"disabled": the rehab experts in the hospital insisted that I stay
confined to a wheelchair and only allowed me to walk 30 minutes a day under
close supervision; after exiting the hospital I could barely walk, even with a
cane and brace (and with those aids it was still a very unsteady and risky
proposition); and for much longer than I care to recall, I lacked the basic
motor control or feedback to lift my right arm high enough or steady enough to
feed myself or hold a glass.
Yet I was determined to climb out of the pit of crippled people that surrounded
me in the hospital, so I chose to disregard those very real disabilities and
improvise solutions so that I could function in the able-bodied world: e.g.,
become left-handed until the right side was ready to function again, then
re-learning to drive a stick shift, play golf and fly an airplane: all with
only marginal functionality on the right side.
My physical disabilities are now largely gone, to the point where only my
neurosurgeon can pick them out. But I still retain a strong viewpoint on the
deeply depressing state that disabled people can often find themselves in: due
in many respects to perceptions and rules established by the able-bodied
uber-majority (even when they're well-meaning).
In fact, disabled people can derive incredible satisfaction from peering into
the looking glass: whether its shuffling along without a cane or, yes, being a
passenger in your airplane. In fact, its that kind of dreaming which can
inspire and push them to expand their own reality and break away from the
stifling confines of a given disability.
As for dignity: please resist the natural inclination to offer a disabled
person any help--its the worst form of reminder that they suffer from deficits
which others can't even begin to imagine. If a disabled person wants your help,
they'll know when to ask for it. My theory was: so what if I'm splattered on
the ground because my walking is less proficient than an infant's: as long as I
didn't break or tear any important body parts, the only way I'll rebuild
confidence and reacquire basic skills is by doing it on my own, without
anyone's help.
Ilan