Article written by Lauredhel

Lauredhel is an Australian woman and mother with a disability. She blogs about social justice, reproductive justice, freedom from violence, the use and misuse of language, medical science, being disabled, her garden, and whatever else pops into her head.

Lauredhel also blogs at FWD/Forward (feminists with disabilities), scribbles at her personal dreamwidth journal Selective and Arbitrary, and co-moderates Hollaback Australia. She joined Hoyden About Town in 2007.

11 responses to “Rearranging accessibility: more on invisible disability accommodations”

  1. littoralmermaid

    “If someone discloses their disability to point out an accessibility issue, don’t lecture them on the curative properties of exercise, vitamins, or positive thinking.”
    Holy crap, I *almost* can’t believe that people would actually do that …

    “Not everyone with a service animal is blind.”
    Sorry to sound so ignorant, but I’m curious, what disabilities are those?

    And actually, about disability and education, Liz at Fate Is Chance. Destiny is Choice. has had a ton of fabulous posts about it recently.

    I’m not disabled, but I do have a medical condition that required me to miss a lot of work and school (and it is not only invisible, it is embarrassing – I alluded to it in another comment here actually and I’m planning a big post on it soon) to see specialists and have blood tests/scans. I sort of think that people thought I was just skipping, because otherwise I seemed perfectly healthy – I was able to get around fine – especially when I was rather vague about my reasons.

  2. outfox

    “If someone discloses their disability to point out an accessibility issue..”

    -Don’t dismiss them with “compliments” that they “look too healthy to need that”, or “aren’t like someone in a wheelchair”.

    Such responses frustrate their efforts to frankly address acessibility, and are insults reinforcing stereotypes about people both with visible or invisible disabilities (the former are implied to be “really” weak, the latter to not be “really” disabled).

    It seems obvious I know, but I’ve got it several times, even from staff at health services!

  3. I’m one of those with hearing issues. It’s not so much that I can’t hear things, but rather that in situations where there’s a lot of noise around me, I can’t distinguish between the relevant noise and the background noise. If I’m in a very noisy place, I have to concentrate hard in order to be able to understand *anything*, and this can get both mentally and physically exhausting. Over the years, I’ve been working on various coping mechanisms, but I do find at times that it’s very hard to live a “normal” life under such circumstances.

    So here’s some of my “coping” tricks:
    * I try to restrict my shopping to either early in the morning or during working hours, when there’s less people in the shops – particularly in the supermarkets, because they’re all hard surfaces that sound bounces off.
    * I choose restaurants carefully – if it’s a popular place, it needs to have a large proportion of soft furnishings and fittings (chairs, carpets, curtains, tablecloths, etc) so that sound is absorbed rather than reflected. This goes about treble for “family” restaurants. Otherwise I’m likely to overload before I’ve even finished the entree.
    * I don’t visit pubs or nightclubs. They’re just too noisy, no matter what I do. Concerts, movies, opera, theatre and ballet are all okay, because there’s the accepted tradition that there’s just the one source of sound, and everyone’s going to be listening to that. But a pub or a nightclub is just too much noise, and I overload.
    * If I’m starting to get overloaded, I’ll try to get out of the immediate noise. Quite often this means retreating to the loo (in a public place) or into a different room if I’m at a family gathering. If this doesn’t help, and I’m at a restaurant, I’m likely to head outside for a moment, just because the noise level is likely to be lower. A “smoker’s corner” which is both sheltered from the rain and out of the wind is likely to be a great help here.
    * If I know I’m going to be heading into a noisy situation later in the day, I’ll take time out to ensure I get a lot of silence earlier (my version of rationing spoons).
    * If all else fails, my partner knows how I get affected by these things, and we can always leave early.

    Where this really starts to cut at me is if my noise levels get overloaded at work. Given I work tech support helldesk, and that sometimes this can be a very noisy environment, on occasion I’ll have days where I come home from work exhausted from just having had to concentrate so hard to understand the phone calls. Most employers don’t really have a “quiet room” or similar in the average office.

    I also have depression and an underactive thyroid, and I’ve occasionally had periods where I don’t need to so much ration “spoons”, as to monitor how many I *am* using. I can tell those days, because I usually write down a list of all of the things I’ve done. The granularity of that list depends on how I’m feeling. What might be “showered and got dressed” one day might well be “showered; washed hair; dried self; dried hair; put on knickers, left leg; put on knickers, right leg; etc” the next. It varies.

  4. Helen

    ts not so much that I cant hear things, but rather that in situations where theres a lot of noise around me, I cant distinguish between the relevant noise and the background noise. If Im in a very noisy place, I have to concentrate hard in order to be able to understand *anything*, and this can get both mentally and physically exhausting.

    *Puts hand up*

    I was invited to a bar the other night by one of the people at work; He paid; it was sweet and generous of him. But holy shee-it that place was loud. It was a miserable experience. I mean, why is it a “fun night out” when you have to place yourself next to someone and shout? and it’s hard to get in and out of conversations that way.

    My only “disability” is hearing loss from too much loud music when young. I predict that as the Gen Xers get that way, which they will do much quicker due to overuse of headphones, the fashion for hard-edged bars will decline and carpets will return!

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  6. Sanda

    I finally found this “posting”…I have CFS/ME and my slow learning of skills, while
    a person with CFS/ME is a great example of how the disability “works” (or doesn’t).

    I have to use a wheelchair in the times that I exit my apartment. I am homebound
    about 98 or 99% due to CFS/ME (my ability to do arithmetic is totally messed up by
    CFS/ME, and if I ramble, you know why, same cause). I had allergic asthma since
    age 35, and CFS/ME onset at almost 42. But I didn’t need a wheelchair immediately with CFS/ME. So, I have experience as a person with “invisible disability”.

    On the humorous side, sort of: when I was single again, not too long after the
    onset of asthma, I went to a singles event, to relearn socializing as a “single” person. I wear a medic alert tag: it lists my illnesses with a tel. no. to call in an
    emergency. It’s on a bracelet. One evening, during the dancing part of the singles event, held in a Unitarian Universalist Church, and I’m Jewish and it was
    nonsectarian weekly event, after the discussion groups (about “relationships”-
    more later), a guy looked at my bracelet as we talked and said,

    “Oh, I don’t date anyone with a social disease” when he saw “asthma” on my bracelet. I laughed. It was annoying and funny at the same time. I enjoyed the
    discussion groups very much, talking about relationships. The acquaintance who suggested I go, had said, “you won’t meet Prince Charming, but you’ll learn to
    socialize.”. Well, she was wrong. I had a long term relationship of almost 2 years,
    right after I decided that I didn’t need a man. He was a smoker, but was able to
    not smoke tobacco when we were together and we never had a problem. He wasn’t looking for what I was and we had a really nice breakup.

    After I decided I didn’t need a man to be happy, I met Prince Charming.. . We
    have been together for 30 years. I got CFS/ME about 2 years or so (that old math
    problem with CFS/ME) into the relationship and he didn’t “run”, as did most of my
    relatives and all my friends (fear of the illness; I didn’t have a diagnosis for several years, it was the 1980s). We married after I spent two weeks in the hospital as a
    result of CFS/ME insomnia during an escalation. I asked to be taken to hospital.
    The hospital didn’t know what to do with someone with CFS/ME, so I got put on a
    psychiatric floor, got caught up on sleep and had the severe eye infection treated and vision in one eye saved. My regular dr. was out of town. Much has been written about CFS/ME, and especially good is “Osler’s Web”, by Hillary Johnson,
    1995, Crown Press. My mother’s greatest gift to me was reading all 800 pages, borrowing the book from the library (she loved libraries) and apologizing for not
    taking the illness seriously. (All run-on can be attributed to CFS/ME. Being a
    wheelchair user is a whole other topic, as is having cognitive “glitches” at times.)
    Note: I have only been online less than 2 years and found this link via
    http://www.notdeadyet.org It’s wonderful to now know that Lauredhel has CFS too.)

  7. Sanda

    PS CFS is the “ps disease” (I named it.). My husband and I married when we were together almost 14 years and had our 16th anniversary a few months ago. I relate to the symptoms in the comments – more at another time. (time for me to get offline and be horizontal, due CFS/ME)

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