I actually would like to see a portrayal of an ignored person with disabilities from the point of view of that person, so long as they aren't plucky, cured, or tragic. So long as the audience doesn't get to ignore the person with disabilities!
I get plucky sometimes, it's an act I adopt when I want to rip someone's head off.
I sometimes drag my friend shares my illness but isn't oxygen dependent around with me so that people will assume she's my caregiver (I take advantage of the invisibility of her disability, but it's okay, she takes advantage of my handicapped parking) and won't randomly pick up my oxygen concentrator or backpack to "help". It's always creepy when a stranger does it, and it's always scary, and they always get angry when I'm not grateful. I guess the "cripples don't have sex" thing really comes from people thinking we can't do anything.
This is actually the first time I've heard of Joan of Arcadia. I will have to check it out.
Neither am I actually, though if I had to use a wheelchair, I'd like it to float. His portrayal, although positive, is Deeply Problematic. The portrayal of Rachel Gordon is much better. I can't top the irony of non wheelchair accessible hospitals... No wait, I can. My school's accessibility center (the tiny department that helps disabled students get through school) is on the second floor of a building with no elevators or ramps, no close handicapped parking, no and braille on the signs. It's down a winding mazelike hall, behind the medieval history department, (fitting, actually) and behind a seven years out of date poster of a lecture series about ninth century Scandinavian royalty.
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Date: 2009-09-15 07:55 pm (UTC)I get plucky sometimes, it's an act I adopt when I want to rip someone's head off.
I sometimes drag my friend shares my illness but isn't oxygen dependent around with me so that people will assume she's my caregiver (I take advantage of the invisibility of her disability, but it's okay, she takes advantage of my handicapped parking) and won't randomly pick up my oxygen concentrator or backpack to "help". It's always creepy when a stranger does it, and it's always scary, and they always get angry when I'm not grateful. I guess the "cripples don't have sex" thing really comes from people thinking we can't do anything.
This is actually the first time I've heard of Joan of Arcadia. I will have to check it out.
Neither am I actually, though if I had to use a wheelchair, I'd like it to float. His portrayal, although positive, is Deeply Problematic. The portrayal of Rachel Gordon is much better. I can't top the irony of non wheelchair accessible hospitals... No wait, I can. My school's accessibility center (the tiny department that helps disabled students get through school) is on the second floor of a building with no elevators or ramps, no close handicapped parking, no and braille on the signs. It's down a winding mazelike hall, behind the medieval history department, (fitting, actually) and behind a seven years out of date poster of a lecture series about ninth century Scandinavian royalty.