That’s right, people with disabilities like blindness are good for your brain!
Can you imagine living with the knowledge that something as simple as meeting a friend for lunch could put you at risk for physical injury, triggering past trauma, or the humiliation of not making it to the bathroom? Any one of those events could prevent you from returning to work for the afternoon, which would cut into your income and damage your reputation as a valuable employee.
Imagine, then, how wheelchair and mobility technology has changed since this landmark law was written more than 3 decades ago. Imagine how features like motorization, carry capacity, body size accessibility, and other aspects of wheelchair and mobility aid construction must have changed. And now think about how that might change things like turning radius, the need for accessible outlets, ramp, hallway, and doorway width requirements. What does “wheelchair-accessible’ even mean anymore?
I like to think of it as contributing to the overall evolution of my culture into one of inclusivity. It takes time, time I’m willing to invest up front, for people to adapt internal belief scheme to one of total inclusivity.
Dear reader (I hope you hear that in Lady Whistledown’s voice), your favorite blindfluencer is so glad to be back writing to you again. She asks that you exercise a creative hobby today, be it writing, art, Minecraft construction, woodcraft, or any number of other delightful pastimes.
“What do I do with my service dog when I’m on stage?”
In her book, Jennifer gives make-up tips for those who can’t see mirrors, advice on how to live confidently when you can’t see one step in front of you, and demonstrated how her vision loss became an asset in her marriage. Blindness is often used in the Bible as a metaphor for the state a person is in before truth is revealed; Jennifer’s constant theme of self-examination in light of the work of the Holy Spirit proves this point both eloquently and in a way that inspires.
As my confidence in our future grows I begin to imagine how Prada fits into each area of my life, and I have suddenly begun to realize just how many bizarre things we humans do. How will Prada make sense of a gym? A public pool? Will she come on stage with me when I sing with my college choir? What about travel? Where is she allowed to go, and where is her access restricted?
Confidence comes in a variety of surprising shapes.
Pain is a common contributor to anxiety, after all.