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A question for those with a disability

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My impairments are not readily visible. So unless there is a need, I'm just "me". Otherwise I go off of either "impaired" since they do cause me considerable difficulties, or "cripple", if I'm inclined to offend the nosy snots in society...
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I really really dislike the word disabled. Invisible impairment would be more appropriate, maybe I. I. For short. I'd be OK with that.
 
"Have a few impairments" I think sounds far better. "Disability", to me, means lack of ability. To me it seems more self-derogatory. Ain't worth it, IMO.
 
Would you better like to be called „a person with a disability“ or a „disabled person“ or by another term such as example „wounded“?

When I'm out in public (in a non theraputic zone, like school, public transit, parties, etc) I like to use the word disability, as I am capable of most things. I do have a visual impairment, but you'd never tell unless your very observant or if you saw me without my glasses. I don't normally tell people (unless I'm online or in a theraputic zone) that I have a disability, unless I know I can trust that person. I've been burned so many times that I just can't trust a lot of people.
 
I discussed with my counselor today this very problem. You see, when people learn that I have impairments, which you cannot readily see unless you are very observant, more often than not I somehow "change" from the smart, intelligent, capable man" that I am into some kind of a mentally retarded basket case. And I'm like "WTF dude?"
I had a mechanic working on my truck this spring. He did only a piece of the work, not all of it. It was supposed to be done by the end of Spring Break. Here that's mid March, 10th through the 18th. And that's FOUR months ago. His excuse? "I have to work for a living. You don't." Ohhhh. Well, we agreed on the work. We agreed on the mode of payment (and a local church also contributed $750 to this to help me get it done). We shook hands on the deal.
So far I have complied with my end of the agreement, the church gave him $750, and he has done maybe 20% of the work...? Where I'm from a handshake is as good as gold. He knew it had to be done before July. The first week of July I was going to spend with a close friend in Colorado. He kept trying to match me and his daughter up, and he finally found a way. And that was when we were to have a BBQ, go around town talking about the history, and basically having fun.

My friend passed away the morning of July 19th.

And now the mechanic thinks I'm just being a whiner. Whiner. Hmmm. A close friend of mine dies, I didn't have reliable means of getting there and back, and *I* am a whiner.

You see, when people don't know about my impairments, this doesn't happen.
 
You see, when people learn that I have impairments, which you cannot readily see unless you are very observant, more often than not I somehow "change" from the smart, intelligent, capable man" that I am into some kind of a mentally retarded basket case.
I can so relate to this, both on a cognative and physical level. Because of my physical disability (missing a right eye) my fine motor skills are lacking. I recently moved to New York, where it snows during the winter. (Where I come from, we never seen snow) And the only snow boots I had were laces. And I never wear laces because I never could be able to tie my shoes. Why I bought these shoes in the first place? They were the only boots I had for heavy duty snow. On a regular snow day, I'd wear boots without laces (though they wear out after about a year or so) but on this particular day there had to be several inchs of snow. And for some reason, my school didn't have a snow day.

I lived in a dorm, with a roommate, who barely knew about my problems. She almost never talked to me. Very rarely I was afraid to ask for help, if I was having trouble with something. And so before I leave that morning, I try my best to tie the boots. The tie is sloppy, but its the best I can do. I get to the subway station, and my shoe is untied. That day, the station was packed with people, so I was lucky if I could find a corner, where I could "safely" tie my shoe. It takes me five minutes to accomplish tying my shoe (as one of the bunny ears couldn't get underneath the knot for some reason. Thats a common problem of mine) and I hear a man, about 40 year old, yell "can you hurry it up, retard?" I knew he was yelling at me, because we made eye contact. No one else was taking five minutes to tie their shoes.

And this is why I compromise with society. I hate laces.
 
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