This is a cross-post from Irene Ogrizek's blog. It was a guest post by
Kathleen Downes. Kathleen blogs at The Squeaky Wheelchair.
his post is terribly difficult to write. But the conversation needs to happen.
One of the most significant threats to people with disabilities in North America is the belief that our lives are just not worth living. It's a belief that permeates the media, sneaks into casual conversation with a flippant "I'd rather die than be in a wheelchair" and moves stealthily into our culture tucked neatly beneath the cloak of mercy. It's a belief that declares bodies "broken", bodies deviant, and people confined.
It is a belief that relies heavily on assumptions about the quality of a life like mine, and a belief that is rarely questioned. My wheelchair is routinely treated in popular culture as worse than death by people who have not lived in it or considered that just like any other life, mine has moments of great struggle and moments of great joy. That isn't the nature of life in a wheelchair. That is the nature of life.
An image of Kathleen Downes
This being said, I was devastated to open up the newspaper and read the story of 32-year-old Tim Bowers, who sustained a severe spinal cord injury a few weeks ago that would have left him a quadriplegic. Just one day after the accident, Mr. Bowers was allowed to remove life support and die after learning of his diagnosis.
One day. Where was the counseling? Where was the opportunity to talk to another person with a severe disability? Where was the chance to explore his options, and learn about his "new normal?" I understand that traumatic injuries are devastating, but it is natural to feel despondent just one day after the accident.
I believe with my whole heart that had a non-disabled person been feeling suicidal, the health care system would quickly suggest counseling, quickly take anti-suicide measures. But Mr. Bowers was allowed to determine the value of his new life on the spot. Nobody questioned the hasty assumptions, the hegemonic model of a disabled life as a terrible one. That should scare you.
I am not minimizing the life-altering quality of sudden disability, but it is disturbing how quickly the newly disabled are presented with a bleak picture, made to feel like a burden, and never given a chance to consider that life in a wheelchair does not have to mean the end of a valuable life.
The problem in society is that it carelessly allows people to believe that it is the end, no questions asked. The "no one would blame you if you want to die" attitude says "Yeah, I don't see the value of your life either" and people with disabilities can extinguish their lives unchallenged. We believe what we are taught, and we are taught to expect empty lives when we become disabled. I do not feel angry at Bowers for his choice, but I do feel angry at the world he lived in for making him feel like that choice was only natural.
It makes me weep that the world he lived in, the same one that I call home, engrained in him so deeply that a life in a wheelchair wasn't worth it that he would rather die than face it. Tim Bowers was a young husband, a soon to be father. The world told him that he wouldn't ever hold that baby, and made him feel that a wheelchair would make him less of a father.
You can read the rest of the article HERE.
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