Captured at rehab (PT/OT) today with permission. A patient made these wood ornaments & decorated the happy green plant at reception while I was back working. I saw it before I left and it made my day!
Here’s to awesome people who are going through so much shit but manage to bring a smile to someone else’s world! Thanks Wally!!
As part of Christmas spirit of giving , Radio nfm in collaboration with the NCPD , handed over a radio to two brothers Charl who is blind and Shaun ,who has a hearing impairment.
Thank you community members that Radio Nfm and NCPD an organisation for the disabled ,can be of service in our respective commities. #ncpd#casualday#nappyrun#disability#radio
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Sometimes, I HATE my walker and I often feel very insecure when I'm using it. I named it Wally the Walker to try to feel more positive. Sometimes this does work. For example, when I'm walking down the street, feeling frustrated and I say mean things about it and me - I usually apologize (lol) and then try to reframe my mindset to be more grateful. Wally helps me be more active on days where I couldn't otherwise.
I know these feelings are normal because I've seen others with chronic illness talk about their experiences using mobility devices. It just makes me feel so conspicuous. It feels like I'm making a statement about who I am and then people make assumptions. I worry most about the reactions of friends or family, but also Uber drivers and especially health care providers. Sometimes random strangers in public.
Yesterday, I had an appointment with a pelvic floor physiotherapist and I was so anxious all day, for many reasons, but one being that I knew I needed my walker ti get there and I was worried what she would say. Doctors have told me I don't need it or say other comments that make me feel ashamed, make me feel like I'm lazy, not trying hard enough, seeking attention, exaggerating.
Everyone at the physiotherapist office was very respectful. Yet I still found myself constantly saying "I don't use this all the time, it's only on certain days." Even before I left the apartment, I was debating on whether I should use it or if I should just try to push through. Finally, I decided I was being ridiculous and I should take care of my body instead of focusing on what other people think. And in the end, I was glad I did because I'm pretty sure if I didn't, I wouldn't have gotten there.
I know intellectually that there's nothing wrong with using a mobility device. I know that my anxiety is both internalized ableism that I've picked up from those around me, and also a collection of fears based on my own experience and those of others. I just wish I could feel a little more comfortable and not give a fuck about everyone else. How do I get there??
🔊 Check out this article. It's interesting reading.
I would also add that using the word "disability," especially in my son's case, reinforces the fact that, yes, he does indeed have a disability that requires support and accommodation.
We're talking public policy here. Fun fact: Did you know that in Washington State, spina bifida is not included under the definition of "developmental disability"? Other disabilities are included, even those that also impact mobility... but not Spina Bifida. This impacts the level of services and support available to him and others with that particular diagnosis. (Yes, it is incredibly stupid.) The term "special needs" is soft language. It creates wiggle room for legislators and gives them a way to talk their way out of providing the support and accommodation that should otherwise be a no-brainer. Because, "Well, that child may not really have a *disability*... What they have are more *special* needs." Language matters, and the words used to describe people and the realities of their lives can change the tone of a discussion in a really significant way. And that change of tone can have far-reaching impacts on, say, legislation and policy. A disability is a disability. It should be described as such.
I've seen several articles recently on this exact discussion, and actually had an interesting talk with the head of my county's "developmental disabilities parent coalition," who reaffirmed this swing in preferred language. And I agree with this article: Some terms, though used for decades to describe certain groups of people, are no longer acceptable, or at least get you a very akward side-eye from people. Terms like "mentally retarded" (or any shortened version of such) or "Negro." Those terms have had their day, and now, they're no longer acceptable.
But, for those of us outside the disabled community, the fact that the target demographic of these descriptive terms are asking that one be used over the other should be enough for us to adjust our behavior accordingly.
As the end of 2018 draws closer, we will be posting our Top 10 BPTT Memorable Moments of 2018 (in no particular order). To kick things off, a throwback to Saturday 14th April at the Gold Coast 2018 Commonwealth Games. Gold (Ross Wilson), silver (Kim Daybell) and bronze (Joshua Stacey); such was the outcome for Team GB in the Men’s Singles Para Class 6-10 event.
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Roman Aranin overcame his #disability with an eye to helping others with an all-terrain #wheelchair.
Russian ex-pilot Roman Aranin hasn't just overcome his own disability.
He's helping others regain their freedom.
After a 100 foot fall caused a serious spinal injury he designed this all-terrain wheelchair.
His Observer company in the Russian exclave Kaliningrad sells the wheelchairs for 600,000 roubles, roughly $9,000.
It has since become a best-seller.
He now has 28 people working for him - eight of them in wheelchairs themselves.
And with another factory on the way, 25 more jobs will be announced.
We are so proud that Tania Cantoni, Head of Fundraising & Communications is featured in Darling Magazine as part of an article about Women At the Top of their profession. It is great that the Third Sector is included in the article and fantastic that Tania’s success has provided the Meath with such great publicity. #publicity#features#magazines#communication
Como explicar-te, o que é o AMOR, se nunca vestiste a camisa do teu TIME?
Como explicar-te, o que é a DOR, se jamais a MÁ SORTE te derrubou em uma BANDEJA?
Como explicar-te, o que é CARINHO, se nunca acariciaste a bola com a ponta dos dedos, para completar suavemente uma BANDEJA?
Como explicar-te, o que é SOLIDARIEDADE, se nunca ajudaste na dobra em uma defesa HOMEM A HOMEM?
Como explicar-te, o que é POESIA, se nunca chutaste uma FALTA nem te consagraste fazendo um CORTE entre os adversários desorientados?
Como explicar-te, o que é MORRER UM POUCO, se nunca perdeste uma FINAL?
Como explicar-te, o que é UNIÃO, se nunca jogaste em EQUIPE?
Como explicar-te, o que é SOLIDÃO, se nunca paraste na linha de LANCE LIVRE, sem tempo e com UM PONTO atrás no PLACAR?
Como explicar-te, o que é o ESFORÇO, se jamais te mataste para recuperar uma BOLA?
Como explicar-te, o que é EGOÍSMO, se nunca tenha CHUTADO, quando tinha que ter passado pra um jogador melhor COLOCADO?
Como explicar-te, o que é ARTE, se nunca inventaste uma ASSISTÊNCIA espetacular?
Como explicar-te, o que é INJUSTIÇA, se jamais tiveste perdido por causa do ROUBO de um ÁRBITRO?
Como explicar-te, o que é ÓDIO, se nunca perdeste a BOLA que resultou na DERROTA?
COMO EXPLICAR-TE, O QUE É A VIDA, SE NUNCA JOGASTE BASQUETE?
This year’s opening evening film is "Far From the Tree". The film takes a look at the family dynamic of those who have a child with a disability. This moving movie takes a look at all the angles of their lives.
Yesterday’s post received a lot of attention in my DMs, so I figured I’d immortalize it here, with the text from the last slide. Image descriptions in comments below 👇
I share this [information on lupus and dermatomyositis rashes] not just to share my experience, to offer information on autoimmune diseases, but to offer more to the conversation around being kind and gentle to our selves. That shit is not easy - it’s not even always possible. In this moment, I feel defeat. I feel as though my body has been pushed too far. I feel sad and angry and silly. Irresponsible and disadvantaged. Every hour that stretches before me feels impossible - I am already exhausted by the minutes ahead. I feel emphatic and dramatic. It is so hard to find compassion for myself in this space. And that’s okay. Maybe some relief will come to me soon. Maybe it won’t. But I don’t have to make today harder for me.
My work to be easy with myself does not have to be anything extra or external. It can be as small as reminding myself that when something doesn’t get done, the world continues to spin. It does not end. A little existentialism can go far when going through A Thing.
It can be as little as finding ways to end the conversation in my head that wants to find the “why” and the “how” wherever I can, and not getting mad at myself if that conversation is longer than I’d like. Whatever I feel is how I feel and that will have to be okay for now. Even when it doesn’t feel okay. It is, unfortunately, okay.
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Our #boccia ramp the BOSS is at attention. If you're a relative beginner to the game and want to get started on a strong and confident note, head on over to the website in our bio and check it out 🔴🔵🔴🔵
Today, someone asked me why I spend hours every day advocating for disability inclusion on social media when I am not being paid to do so. (EDIT: This question was not asked in a negative way. The person asking genuinely wanted to understand my passion for advocacy and why I am so dedicated to this cause.) The answer is simple: I want to create a world in which Ruby and others with disabilities are accepted and fully included in all aspects of society. To be honest, I had never planned to be a disability advocate. The role was chosen for me when I was gifted with my amazing Ruby and I witnessed firsthand what it is like to live in a world that is not made for you and often works against your very existence. Thankfully, there are so many amazing people—like all of you following us here—who want to help me change this. ♥️ Thank you to @emdall for this photo. #rubysgems#disability#disabilityawareness#disabilityrights#disabilityinclusion#inclusion#acceptance#kindness#raregemruby
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To be happy is not to have everything but to be grateful to God for everything.
You are right, @moniqueoliiveira! Always have a grateful heart!! 💕
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After receiving prosthetic legs at a rehabilitation clinic in the Turkish city of Istanbul, Maya Meri, a 8-year-old Syrian #refugee, came back home with her father Muhammed Ali Meri on Saturday.
Before receiving her life-changing prosthetic legs paid for by a Turkish aid group in June, the girl struggled to walk with contraptions made from tuna cans, plastic tubes and fabric attached by her father, who shared the same #disability, a condition called congenital amputation – birth without a limb or limbs. #surgery#walk#CGTN
Life is a game and true love is a trophy!
Love seeing photos of true love! 😍 😍 Always be in love, @annija.krumina! ❤️
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1 like = +1 love 😍❤️
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“Trying to break our machine, ya know, cuz it’s your last session” 😂 •
You can hear Tomas’ comment towards the beginning of the video referring to the fact that we cranked the @rewalk_robotics exoskeleton up as fast as it would go with minimal delay. It may not look like it’s going very fast but comparatively it felt like I was running 🏃🏻♂️😂 •
I’m pretty excited to see how the rest of the week goes and have some very exciting news to share SOON!