by Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg
Content Manager and Writer
[The graphic show a photo of a man in a power wheelchair. We see him from the back. The text next to the photo reads, “The only disability in life is a bad attitude. — Scott Hamilton.”]
I have such…
It is with great joy that I am announcing the 2012 Video Scholarship Recipient: Dev Love Press!
Dev Love is a new publishing company dedicated to telling stories spotlighting unusual heroes, often with a physical disability. Here are a few words from Dev Love:
“I publish books that…
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As my finger brushes against the slight stubble on his chin, I can’t help but feel like if Melissa were seeing this, she wouldn’t be too happy.
“You shouldn’t worry about Melissa,” he says, as if reading my mind.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” I say.
“Come on, you’re never going to lose me,” Jason says. And I think that he believes it, but I’m not so sure. I think before Melissa will commit to him, there’s going to be an ultimatum, and it’s going to include my name.
Is it really so bad for me to ask not to be called a freak, looked at with disgust, and compared to a pedophile?
I would have thought that a person with a disability would be more understanding of how fucking hurtful it is to have someone dismiss your entire existence.
I never hurt anyone. I don’t deserve to be told that the attraction that I have, that I have always behaved responsibly with, is reason for me to be hated.
How dare you tell me that me defending myself is the equivalent of a guy complaining that a woman he harassed got upset with him?
Well, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to say that I have devoteeism and I AM NOT SICK.
I am very sorry for the behavior of devs who have harassed, stalked, and frightened people with disabilities. I have no intention of defending them.
All I asked was that I not be thrown into the fire with them. How can you condemn an entire group of people? How can you say “people who are attracted to disability are sick and need to be in therapy”? (For the record, I am in therapy. My therapist doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with me.)
I was abused by a boyfriend who was disabled. I’ve had many frightening and creepy messages from men who have disabilities.
I did not use those experiences to tell everyone how vile and disgusting all people with disabilities are.
I’m a human being. I have a heart. I have compassion, love, and conviction. I’m not here to say that your experience isn’t valid. You should hate the scumbags who treated you so poorly. Why must that hate take the form of “It’s because they are attracted to disability that they are such creeps”? No it’s not! It’s because they’re fucking creeps.
You have no idea the pain and struggle that I’ve been through because of being a devotee. I cannot dismiss your experience and you cannot dismiss mine. You think you’re the only one who suffers?
Thank you for spreading hatred. For increasing the disharmony of this world. For providing another space where a young dev can stumble across vitriol encouraging him or her to hate himself, to give up on her life.
To attack those who hurt you and put them in their place does not require condemning my existence.
I don’t exist because of you. I am not a response to disability. I just…am. I didn’t ask to have this attraction. No amount of therapy or self-hatred or any other course of action has caused it to disappear. I didn’t choose this. But I do behave in a responsible manner. Because I have always believed that we as human beings are a family and we need to show care and respect to each other because you have no idea what another is suffering through.
Don’t scoff at me and tell me that my suffering isn’t real. It’s every bit as real as yours.
But then, I don’t need your permission to exist. I am as I am and I will continue to be whether you like it or not.
RAGE! :) Are you a creep who is scaring people with disabilities into hating all devotees? Find out with my easy quiz!
I’ve been meaning to post something about The Big Bang Theory for a while now but it’s taken me ‘till now to really understand what it is about the show that makes me uncomfortable. I’m not exactly a believer in the whole “only write about the things you like, don’t trash the things you don’t” trend which seems to be plaguing comments sections in negative articles lately, but I wanted to be able to really examine why I don’t like TBBT rather than just slagging it off. My main questions being - Why don’t I like this anymore? Why do I feel uncomfortable watching it? And why do I get so annoyed when I see people sing its praises online? The thing which really sparked this post was seeing a raft of comments on Facebook, below the last round of voting in Television Without Pity’s Tubey Awards, claiming The Big Bang Theory to be “the best comedy on TV”. This made me angry so instead of posting an impulsive comment calling out their bad taste which I’d probably regret later, I decided to really analyse why seeing comments like that made me so mad when previously, although I didn’t really love the show, I’d never considered myself as disliking The Big Bang Theory.
Hell, I even have season one on dvd, it’s sitting right between Battlestar Galactica and Bored To Death in my alphabetised collection.
And here, I think, is where my problem with The Big Bang Theory lies…
“ he isn’t technically autistic he’s just almost indistinguishable from someone who is.”
No, he’s completely indistinguishable from someone who is.
I agree very much with this assessment. I am also a nerd and this show just feels very stiff and contrived to me. I don’t find it entertaining at all.
Parsing and expressing the of difficulties writing is part of the process. While, “on a good writing day, nothing else matters” (Neil Gaiman) on bad days, it feels like “pulling teeth. Out of your dick.” (David Rakoff) No matter how accomplished you are as a writer, a blank page makes you feel like “an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.” (Vonnegut) Finishing a piece of writing and letting it out into the world is like “[taking] a child out in the back yard and shooting it.” (Truman Capote) Even Hemingay, the writer who also shot lions in his spare time, compared what he did to sitting down and bleeding all over a typewriter. (Pussy.)
But, God help me, if a health care professional, educator, short-order cook, or member of literally any other profession hears me moaning about how tough my job writing space cartoons and making jokes about Star Wars is, they have automatically earned the right to punch me in the face. That is, if I don’t do it first.
Ben called him “Hemingay.”
but can anyone feature a film or TV episode where a child was shown to be using a wheelchair (or maybe just crutches)?
Any help would be appreciated.
Try watching one of those hospital dramas or Glee.
There’s Malcom in the Middle…
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