It is adapted from the opening of a lecture I presented to first year arts students recently at my university on disability and its social constriction.
I am privileged that my body’s requirements and its daily routines are not regulated by service providers whose schedules do not take into account the late-nighters I still want to pull, sometimes with lovers :). I am very privileged to come from a family and have found friends who encourage and find joy in my difference and the perspectives I bring, the knowledge I hold.
My being here at all is an act of resistance -in a society which filled with the message ''better off dead then disabled''.
My stories of my body, of how it is to live inside here, to endure experiences of discrimination and oppression as people view me from the outside and see me as less than them in need of pity, in need of help. My stories are rarely given a stage to be heard, drowned out by the narratives of disability as personal tragedy, disability in need of a cure. It is these stories we are see portrayed in media, in films, in magazines so much we may not even be aware we are seeing over and over and over again.
Then I go into slides looking at the media and disability representation, eg the super-crip, the search for a cure and looking at the medical model of disability vs the social model. How the social model creates a mind-shift bringing the new perspective of the social construction of disability, creating the disability rights movement and a need for social change.
See post for more info on the social model http://f3ckability.blogspot.com.au/2012/08/disability-politics-101-social-model-of.html