Somewhere In All This Fur Is A Real Dog! I Will Finish #Waffles When I Buy A Muzzle. #WafflesAndBasil

Awwww....

Love love love Giraffes…..

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Goodbye, Harper Lee. Thank you for everything

(via bookporn)

A voice to remember.

Enjoying a Pilsner and a #steampunk #bike at #mfba2016 Maker Faire Bay Area

Re-blogging because I am ADHD and after 1 year post diagnoses I am just getting t these issues. Do want to point that the social model is not that there are no meds, or no illness, but about who directs the care, and the focus of how services are delivered. I am an ADHD  adult of 50, and have so much to learn, but I am a CEO of a government agency that delivers home health services to seniors and disabled persons to keep them safely in their homes. The social model is so important to the people who get the services. The social model is really about the person directing their own care, with the professionals acting as support, expert consultants etc.  

I have not read enough about adhd, but like the concept/movement to rename it "executive function disorder". I got help because of major problems at work. If I had a boss I wold have been fired. I almost had to lay someone off because some of my mistakes cost so much money. That would have meant someone supporting their family would have lost a job.

I do wish I had dealt with it sooner, I have no friends, my family excludes me from lots of things (thanks Facebook!) and I am, struggling to get m,y work and personal life, space and especially, routine tasks in order. Feel bad when I get the warning notices because the something like health insurance hasn't been paid.

So, disability? no doubt. I appreciate the opportunity to learn from you.

Things I’m slowly realizing:

I have found some people who have ADHD who think it’s a terrible curse, who seem to have trouble convincing people that they have a serious, debilitating condition. They come from an ableist perspective, and it sounds to me like they might be disabled but do not use that language and do not know about disability rights or anything.

I have found lots of people who have ADHD and have “overcome” it and are eager to have me shut up and get over it and stop ruining their reputation.

I have found zero people (except for myself) who call ADHD a disability.

I have found lots of and lots of people, both ADHD and non-, who think ADHD is no big deal or maybe a big deal but certainly no disability or it’s unclear what they think.

Since I can’t find anybody like me calling ADHD a disability, why would I expect anybody discussing disability rights on the internet to have a different impression than the lots and lots of people I just mentioned?

As time passes and I realize how alone I am, I understand how I might be charging into this tumblr space unwelcomed. I might be seen as unfairly claiming the identity “disabled.”

Well, I know right now that there’s no way for me to convince any hypothetical skeptical person that I’m worthy of calling myself disabled. Anyone with an “invisible” disability knows that can be a giant a waste of time.

I know for myself that I’m disabled because my life didn’t start to make sense until I started to learn about disability rights. My life is extremely different from the lives of the neurotypical people around me. Their lives never made sense to me. My life never made sense to them. Getting a diagnosis seemed to help at first, but when I tried to put into practice the things I was learning about ADHD, everything made less sense than it had before. I can’t even describe the confusion and hopelessness and the struggling to understand every part of my life, my efforts to work, my efforts to learn, my efforts to socialize, everything. My whole life was a series of train wrecks with no identifiable cause. I started making some progress when I read The Rejected Body by Susan Wendell and Claiming Disability by Simi Linton. I’m just starting to make sense of myself, and if you’re reading this because it’s tagged “disability,” then you might be one of the people helping me make sense of myself by helping me understand ableism, whether you like it or not. So, thank you. And, so there.

Maybe I’m the first person with ADHD ever to identify as disabled. That’s fine with me. I know who I am, finally.

Spending my weekend with this hot little number. #209 #movingvan #fml

SOML!!!!

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL

“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”

I have over 30 years HR experience. These types of questions, and some of their ask instead ? Are bad. As an example For transportation you could tell a story about a time when your car broke down and what you did to get to work on time- or something along those lines. We don’t ask ? like that. We sat “tells us about a time when you had trouble getting to work. What happened? What did you do?’

Even if their question is theoretical, you will sound like a stronger candidate if you give an actual example.

On a job application: “What is your preferred name and gender, we value diversity, so be honest.” Me: 

Merci Suárez Changes Gears  (2018)

Merci Suarez knew that sixth grade would be different, but she had no idea just how different. For starters, Merci has never been like the other kids at her private school in Florida, because she and her older brother, Roli, are scholarship students. They don’t have a big house or a fancy boat, and they have to do extra community service to make up for their free tuition. So when bossy Edna Santos sets her sights on the new boy who happens to be Merci’s school-assigned Sunshine Buddy, Merci becomes the target of Edna’s jealousy. Things aren’t going well at home, either: Merci’s grandfather and most trusted ally, Lolo, has been acting strangely lately — forgetting important things, falling from his bike, and getting angry over nothing. No one in her family will tell Merci what’s going on, so she’s left to her own worries, while also feeling all on her own at school. In a coming-of-age tale full of humor and wisdom, award-winning author Meg Medina gets to the heart of the confusion and constant change that defines middle school — and the steadfast connection that defines family.

by Meg Medina (Author)

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Meg Medina is the author of the Newbery Medal–winning book Merci Suárez Changes Gears, which was also a 2018 Kirkus Prize finalist. Her young adult novels include Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass, which won the 2014 Pura Belpré Author Award; Burn Baby Burn, which was long-listed for the National Book Award; and The Girl Who Could Silence the Wind. She is also the author of picture books Mango, Abuela, and Me, illustrated by Angela Dominguez, which was a Pura Belpré Author Award Honor Book, and Tía Isa Wants a Car, illustrated by Claudio Muñoz, which won the Ezra Jack Keats New Writer Award. The daughter of Cuban immigrants, she grew up in Queens, New York, and now lives in Richmond, Virginia.

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