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Meeting the Non-Disabled Gaze

When I first got into disability advocacy, I had only been disabled for a year or two – meaning I had spent the majority of my life as non-disabled. This really influenced how I approached advocacy, and how I was able to relate to non-disabled people in a way that made disability more approachable and relatable. 

While the majority of my life has still been spent as non-disabled (and I will not get to the tipping point until 36!), I’ve found that my approach to advocacy has shifted as I’ve embraced my disabled identity and crip culture over the last few years. In short, I began to write for myself and my peers instead of writing for non-disabled people. 

But the thing is – I know what it’s like to be disabled. My disabled peers know what it’s like to be disabled. Non-disabled people don’t know what it’s like to be disabled – yet.

And while I believe raising disability awareness and sharing my experiences can help non-disabled people start to understand disability and practice disability allyship – it can kinda be exhausting and overwhelming trying to boil down such a complex and personal experience into something understandable and palatable.

Being a disability advocate is a balancing act between holding the non-disabled gaze by making disability approachable and understandable, and being honest about my lived experience and being accountable to my peers. 

My work does not exist in a bubble – if I sugar coat my experiences, other disabled people will be dismissed or gaslit. If I’m too honest about how my disability impacts me, or too nuanced in explaining disability, or try to approach complex or controversial topics – the non-disabled gaze drops.

And that’s a lot of responsibility to hold, especially at twenty!

While I always do my disclaimers that I can only speak to my personal lived experience and that I could never represent every single disabled person within the disability community, I’m constantly mindful that some people choose to ignore this and take my words as The Disabled Experience. That some people think speaking to me checks their Diversity Equity Inclusivity box, or counts as a formal consultation with the disability community. That supporting my advocacy work means supporting the entire disability community, and that supporting me is enough to understand what disability is.

And there I go, dropping the non-disabled gaze again.

Before I was disabled, and even now – I wanted to be told disability is easy. Easy to live with, easy to understand, easy to talk about. But I wasn’t told this, because disability isn’t easy.

While I was loosely aware of disability, I didn’t have a great idea of what it meant. I thought of people in wheelchairs, and people with absolutely no vision or no hearing. I thought the only accommodations were service dogs, wheelchair ramps, and accessible stalls.

When my twin was diagnosed with arthritis two years before me, disability stared me down for the first time. It was complex, and overwhelming, and upsetting, and I didn’t like it at all. I didn’t understand what an autoimmune disorder was, or why my twin was always sick, or why she wasn’t going to school.

Instead of trying to understand, I shut down. I shut down because it was all too much – it was too overwhelming trying to understand that I didn’t even know where to start! I didn’t want to ask my twin about it – it felt too private, and I felt too awkward. I tried googling her disease, but everything that came up was in medical jargon. No one seemed to be talking about the human impacts, no one seemed to be having any human impacts at all.

So, if I still have the non-disabled gaze, please know that I felt the same way you might feel now. Like disability is too much, and that trying to understand it is too hard. But I, and countless other advocates, are doing our best to help you understand.

And all I can possibly ask of you is that you do your best too.

No one is asking you to be perfect – to be an expert on disability, to always know what to say to disabled people, to see inaccessibility all around you.

We’re just asking you to try – and I know that’s easier said than done. 

It’s hard knowing where to start, where to go next, and if you’re on the right track.

It’s hard consuming all this complex information, sometimes with conflicting perspectives and definitions.

And it’s hard to understand that disability is not inherently negative, because we were raised our whole lives being told it was.

I know it’s hard, you know it’s hard, I’ve told you it’s hard, you probably agree it’s hard. Glad we’re on the same page. But we’re gonna have to keep going – so that you didn’t read this blog for nothing, and so that I didn’t write it for nothing.

Here are some tips for those new to disability allyship.

I’ve offered some of these across the blog, across my socials, and within my circles – but I’ll offer these and more here for you to check out.

And yes, these are catered towards non-disabled allies – the cross-disability allyship blog will have to wait another day, but these tips can work for disabled people too.

Step #1: Ask yourself, “what is disability? what does disability mean to me?”

Before you start, you have to understand where you’re starting from. When we explore what we already know and why we know it, we can start to find gaps in our understanding our even some biases to unpack.

Step #2: Ask yourself, “am I disabled? could I become disabled? is someone close to me disabled?”

It’s easier to understand something when we can place ourselves in it or near it. We all have some relationship to disability – even if we haven’t discovered it yet! A lot of disabled people don’t even know they’re disabled (read my blog on identifying as disabled for help with this) And a lot of non-disabled people don’t realize there are already disabled people in their lives and spaces,

Step #3: Find out what you want to know about disability – the basics, how it applies to your interests, how it impacts people, the culture – and go from there.

Everyone gets into disability allyship for different reasons – ask yourself why you’re here and what you want to learn, but also ask yourself why you feel this way. Do you want to make your spaces more inclusive? Do you think crip culture is cool (shocker: this is okay to think! it’s really cool!)? When we ask ourselves why we want to know more, we can keep unpacking our pre-existing thoughts and feelings on disability, which can help us learn better and be better allies.

Step #4: Always keep learning – and keep learning from all types of disabled people.

Like every other kind of allyship practice, it’s an ongoing commitment! There will always be something new to learn, or a new event or law to learn about. There’s also a lot of diversity within the disability community – to better understand disability, you need to understand how it affects all kinds of people.

Remember, all we ask is that you try your best. This will probably be some confusing, thought-provoking work – work through it, and I promise it will be worth it. one day you’ll appreciate it. Hopefully, you’ll want to keep learning more about disability, the disability community, and disability allyship.

Start Here

Crip Camp – Sundance Award Winner and Oscar Nominee, Crip Camp details the American Disability Rights Revolution and its origins at Camp Jened. A moving, true, and authentic look at both crip culture and disability rights movements.

Demystifying Disability by Emily Ladau – An approachable, beginner-friendly book and guide to disability advocacy

The Disability Visibility Podcast by Alice Wong – 100 episodes increasing disability visibility, as part of the larger Disability Visibility Project. This is a great podcast for people interested in crip culture, disability rights, and intersectionality.

Find disability advocates in your area through social media, events and conferences, and by-and-for disability organizations (read more on the importance of by-and-for groups here!)

Back to School 2022: What Happened?

This is going to be another one of my from-the-heart, write as you go blogs.

The last few days, I’ve been fighting through tears and a choked up throat as I try to cope with how ableist, inaccessible, and exclusionary Fall 2022 has already been. Dealing with the massive rollback of accessibility and accommodations on-campus was already enough (if not more than enough!) but to watch my peers – my friends – host non-masked, inaccessible superspreader events in the middle of an ongoing global pandemic has honestly made me feel as though people want me dead.

As though people have pretended to care about disability rights, disability justice, accessibility, myself – just to appease me. Just to shut me up. Just to get me off their backs. Just to wait me out. 

Because when you have an autoimmune disorder in the middle of a global pandemic and people care more about awkward icebreakers with strangers than you living to – at the very least – complete your degree – wouldn’t you feel like people want you dead too?

I feel like I’ve done everything short of begging on my hands and knees for people to care and remember that disabled students still exist. Spoiler: we still exist!

Even though so many of us have had to drop out of school, even though so many of us have died. And if I felt like begging would work, I would have done it by now. 

I have created educational content on how to host hybrid, accessible events. I have answered ignorant DMs asking me to do people’s work for them – for no compensation and no credit. I have talked to the press. I have offered free anti-ableism and accessibility training to student groups. I have offered accessibility insights for free.

I have offered my time, energy, sanity, wellbeing – everything I have. I have bit my tongue and swallowed my pride. All because I genuinely hoped – and still naively hope – that I can make a difference. Not globally, not nationally (alone), but just on my university’s campus. Just among my peers. Just among people I thought I could consider my friends.

And you may say, “that’s so dramatic”. And I can’t blame you – before I was disabled I genuinely believed “ableism” was overhyped, overplayed, social justice snowflake warrior nonsense that wasn’t real. (I’ve written on it what feels like a billion times.)

But that’s how ableism remains so prevalent and pervasive – it’s how it continues to be excluded from equity diversity inclusion training and allyship campaigns. It’s how disabled people continue to be murdered by their governments around their world, and hidden away from society.

And all I’ve ever asked was for people to try their best!

To listen, to learn, to be allies. I’ve tested my patience trying to unpack microaggressions, I’ve answered ignorant emails asking for free consultations without credit. I’ve put aside my personal life to contribute to something infinitely larger.

I’ve given disability advocacy the best I can – I’m only asking others do their best too. I’ve said disability advocacy is a two-way street, we have to listen and learn to improve. We have to grow together. 

So after all this, after all this work, after all this pain and suffering – I feel like I’m left with nothing. Or better yet, I’m left with 101 week. An overwhelmingly in-person only, unmasked celebration of ableism.

Of ignorance. Of apathy. Of burnout.

I get it – this pandemic has been tough. We have all went through a lot. And most people are not hardwired to cope with so much persistent bad – even existential – news.

But that doesn’t mean we get to give up. It doesn’t mean we get to pretend a pandemic is over. It doesn’t mean we contribute to the massive rollback of accessibility and accommodations on-campus.

We have fought through this for over two years now – and we haven’t fought so hard, and for so long, to give up now.

And let’s remember – from Day 1 of this pandemic it was disabled people most at risk. And of disabled people – poor, black, indigenous, queer, trans, homeless, racialized, disabled people were most at risk.

And it feels like non-disabled people still don’t care! Non-disabled people were relieved we were the ones dying. Non-disabled people thought we weren’t worth saving. Non-disabled people abandoned us. Non-disabled people control our governments, our health agencies, our international organizations. Non-disabled people didn’t just leave us to die, they offered us up all so they didn’t have to wear a mask and social distance.

But during this pandemic, we learned so much about just how accessible the world can be!

Where disabled people used to have to extensively coordinate personal arrangements to have food and medication delivered, food delivery services became the norm.

Where disabled people had to beg to be included in alternative formats, online conferences became the norm.

Where disabled students demanded equitable, accessible access to education just to be denied, fully online schooling became the norm.

In all of these cases, we were denied basic accessibility to essential rights. We have the right to accessible food, to accessible social lives, to accessible education.

And I will not be gaslit into believing I don’t. Into believing it’s not possible. Because this pandemic explicitly showed us that the accommodations we’ve requested have always been possible – non-disabled people just never felt required to act on it. 

And now, after we’ve been shown how accessible the world can be when it benefits non-disabled people – non-disabled people are eagerly returning to the “before times.” While companies and governments claim to “build back better,” accommodations and accessibility are being sidelined – as they always have been.

That’s where we’ve been and where we’re at now. And I’d love to get into where we’re going – but I just don’t know.

I don’t know how else I can beg people to care about the disability community. To undergo the minor inconvenience of wearing a mask to not literally kill other people. I don’t know how to keep advocating as people begin to shut off and shut down.

I feel like I sound like a broken record – but how can I not if people won’t listen to the most basic explanations of ableism and how it manifests. 

Here’s where I’d like us to go: I’d like us to enforce masking again. I’d like us to pay attention to our actively collapsing healthcare system. I’d like us to listen to others and practice empathy and allyship. I’d like disability to be included in “intersectionality” and “building back better.” I’d like to not get COVID again. I’d like to not worry about my disabled friends dying.

I’d like student groups to reach out for anti-ableism training. I’d like organizations to stop asking for my free emotional labour. I’d like my peers and friends to actually care about disability justice and accessibility – not just appeasing me in the short-run.

I’d like us to remember what we’ve lost this pandemic, and what we’ve been fighting for all along. I’d like to come out of this pandemic (whenever that may be) stronger, closer, actually better.

And one last disclaimer before we’re done: I know I am not alone. Disability advocates have been – simply put – hauling ass this pandemic. I’m not the only broken record still spinning on the turntable, even when the room is empty and the dust collects.

Disability rights are slowly (so, slowly) entering the mainstream – and they have been for a very long time! Without the work of past disability advocates, we would’ve been killed off much faster than we’re currently are now.

Disabled people have set clear boundaries and have taken heartbreaking precautions just to stay alive. I’ve been privileged to be mostly surrounded by people who can understand that I’m at risk and need to be cautious. But in an individualistic, ableist society – we feel alone. 

Being disabled in a pandemic is like scuba diving without an oxygen tank.

Every action, every move forward threatens my life. But when I talk to other disabled people, it’s like I can come up for air and breathe again. And I’d much rather be given an oxygen tank than be forced into struggling for the next air pocket.

This feels excessively metaphorical, but I am running out of ways to express a not so rare phenomenon.

Speaking to disabled students across Canada through NEADS has showed me I’m far from alone – which is good for my mental health, but obviously terrible when we grapple with the fact that so many disabled people are fighting the same battles across the board day after day.

While disabled people are about 20% of the world’s population, we need non-disabled people to practice allyship and get us to majority. We need people in power to care, and we need to be put into positions of power. We need to be able to access spaces to change them. And we need to survive this pandemic to change how we respond to the next one.

Mask up. Get your boosters. Host hybrid events. Do your best. Don’t suck.

“Differently Abled”

differently abled. diverse abilities. all abilities. diverse needs. special needs. handicapable. 

If you read that list and felt angry/uncomfortable/annoyed – congrats, you’re probably disabled and/or a semi-decent disability ally.

If you read that list and felt accomplished/proud/helpful – you’re gonna want to read this blog. I’ll try to be nice, but us disabled people don’t owe you that. If you want to “help” us – get ready to be uncomfortable, get ready to be challenged, and get ready to learn.

For the same reasons that make disability uncomfortable for others to think about (ie. non-disabled people), “disabled” is now considered, by some, to be a bad word. A mean word. An insult. So, to save us poor helpless disabled people, the non-disableds have gifted us so many wonderful alternatives that truly embrace our comprehensive and intersectional identities. Just kidding! They’re pushing alternatives that no one (for the most part) in the disability community actually wants, without our input or request. We’ll get into this later, but speaking over disabled people to tell us our lives are insulting, to sanitize our experiences, to make them more palatable for non-disabled audiences, is patronizing! and infantilizing! and just generally infuriating! 

I am tried of coddling non-disabled people in their ignorance and degrading attitudes, all so I can warm them up just enough to guide them to the realization that disability isn’t a bad word, while making them feel as though they came to that conclusion all by their non-disabled selves. In disability advocacy, and in life, we have to balance our truth, our experiences, and our dignity with the fragile egos and self-righteous ignorance of people that don’t even try to understand our lives – just to slowly make the world less deadly to us. 

I need the onus, the burden, of challenging ableist behaviours to not fall on disabled people – we’re busy! we’re tired! we have other things going on! (And at the same time, am I really going to trust a non-disabled person to spearhead allyship initiatives?) So while I struggle to balance approachability and the basic truth of my existence, I might get a little heated in the blog today – because we aren’t even at the most frustrating part!

Hearing non-disabled people spew their “diverse abilities” rhetoric is bad enough (clearly.) But when a non-disabled person tells me, a disabled person, to not say the word “disabled”? They don’t only cross the line, they rip it out of the ground! They push the line a mile back and expect the rules to change for them! They literally expect me to accommodate their ignorance, while not even understanding how hard it is to get disability-related accommodations! 

And the best (worst) part? This happens most often in my professional capacity! Where I have been specifically requested to educate non-disabled people on just generally sucking less at being a decent human being. When I am invited into a space to educate non-disabled people, I expect some weird questions. I expect some ignorance. But I still never inherently expect the people I have been invited to teach to tell me how to teach them! (A quick props to students, who make up the majority of my audience – you guys are always ready to learn!)

Let’s take a moment to just try and wrap our brains around this experience. I, a disabled person, am being told by non-disabled people to not call myself disabled. While I am expressing my lived experience as a disabled person, I am explicitly policed in how I express myself to make it more palatable to non-disabled people. And I have to ask: why do they think this is appropriate? what do they think they are achieving? what is so bad about being disabled?

It’s a baffling phenomenon! It’s one that I struggle to understand, and one that is impossible to really explain to others. I can’t tell you how it feels when I am told to sanitize, water down, and degrade my lived experience for the sake of the very people contributing to my oppression – because I can’t even wrap my brain around it myself. The same people that speak over disabled people, are the ones that claim to be helping us! They’re trying to save us from ourselves, when we don’t need to be saved – we need them to stop threatening our lives.

The entire “differently abled” nonsense is such an efficient proxy for how non-disabled people have co-opted disability movements and organizations. Non-disabled people are not only actively robbing disabled people of opportunities to speak for themselves, they are perpetuating a narrative that denies us the chance to even try! While they actively oppress us, they speak for us – and the kicker is, the majority of people will listen to them. The majority of people will listen to non-disabled people on disability issues before they listen to disabled people. And the majority of people will listen to non-disabled people on disability issues and not even see the problem! They will claim to be allies, to be knowledgeable, to understand – and still not feel the need to actually include disabled people in their learning, in their work, in their organizations. 

Many, many more blogs will come about the existential threat that is non-disabled people occupying disabled spaces and actively oppressing us. In short, it kills. It kills disabled people. 

We do not have adequate or proportional representation in our democratic institutions – because non-disabled people claim they can speak on our behalf. We do not have adequate or proportional representation in our democratic institutions – and this has allowed for the abomination of continued institutionalization in the 21st century, to the continued use of long term care homes, to the new forms of institutionalization, sterilization, and degradation that has been deemed charity work. Deemed beneficial. 

When my democratically elected government passed a bill on medical assistance in dying – they did not represent me. They did not represent my community. They represent the very same non-disabled people that profit off of my continued oppression, and the ones who genuinely believe I am better off dead.

And when you believe that disabled people are better off dead, of course you are going to think the word “disabled” is an insult.

A few disclaimers, as is traditional. Anyone can identify with whatever labels they want, they can call themselves whatever they like. For labels like neurodivergent, mad, chronically ill, medically fragile – that’s a whole other ball park that will get a blog post of their own (until then, please god do not rope those labels in with diverse abilities.) 

All disabled people are different – some will prefer differently abled, some will be pro-MAID, some will appreciate the work of non-disabled people. I’m not them – but who am I to tell them how to identify themselves? how to feel? how to think? how to understand the world around them?

But when it comes to non-disabled people and disability? Listen to actually disabled people. Follow their cues. Don’t treat us like monoliths. When in doubt, just ask. But never, never tell us how to express our existence. An existence that you will never fully understand, and one that you have implicitly contributed to destroying. 

Disabled, disabled, disabled.