(October 3, 2015 at 8:06 am)BrokenQuill92 Wrote:I'm sorry your on clueless ground here.I'm not. I actually have a good idea of what you go through because I have a juvenile cataract that left me legally blind as a child. Now you understand that in many ways this woman is far more disabled then you are. We understand alot more about physical disabilities and how to help people live with them, then we do psychological. I am going to give a example here from my personal life. My ex fiance has cereberal palsy, you know often people disrespected her for it? Not once when I was with her. And she could not even manage something as simple as carrying a cup some days.(October 3, 2015 at 7:53 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Should you face consequences for accidentally walking into a wall? No. So then why should this woman face all the same issues you do along with a overwhelming urge to maime herself and you wanted to shun for disrespect? You know your urge to eat? Imagine that being an urge to hurt yourself and you may understand this women.What she did hurts people. Yeah she should have mental help BUT that you don't seem to realize that people like her trample over the lived experiences and struggles of people with disabilities. It does not matter what her mental state is, the problem is that she sees disability as a "lifestyle". She is not dim, notice how many "transabled" people pick out some kind of mostly physical disability. So far no has said, hey I should have been born with Down's syndrome.
Now I have a learning disability that prevents me from producing legible hand writing and I got thrown out of paramedic school on that basis alone. That's the chasm. Between physical and mental disabilities in our culture. You have no more right to simply tell this woman not to maime herself without giving her the help she clearly needs then I to tell you to stop being blind without care.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
