Austerity and Disability

Yesterday I went for an extended 3 hour walk and then attended a lecture describing living with a disability in the face of the recent U.K. austerity program and the associated benefits cuts. The speaker was from the U.K. and the circumstance she described was completely horrific.

A significant portion of the cuts are being born by the disabled. These are people with severe physical and mental disabilities, persons unlikely to qualify for any form of commercial employment. I attempted to take notes but was not very successful. The most shocking information involved reports that persons with a disability were made subject to public attack, tipped out of their wheelchairs, and accused of being charlatans.

Simon Brown. Disabled in the U.K. military, now suffering from cuts.

Simon Brown. Disabled in the U.K. military, now suffering from cuts.

I searched for information on the U.K. cuts and found the following report: The Tipping Point. The opening paragraph is a statement by Simon Brown (pictured above). As a member of the U.K. armed forces operating in Basra he lost his left eye and has only ten percent vision in his right. He is now facing significant cuts to his disability living allowance.

I am not particularly shocked by the stories from the U.K., or the similar accounts provided by the disabled persons from Ottawa in attendance at the lecture. My own experience of a birth injury is that “normal” society is quite ready to discount the experience of someone who is “different” and to mark them out as a target.

 

 

 

 

Blog Hiatus

It has been over 2 months since my last post. There is a reason for this blog hiatus.

On February 20th of this year, while out for a walk, I was assaulted and my camera was forcibly ripped from my grasp. I managed to get the camera back but I also suffered an injury to my right wrist. Performing any actions with my right hand was painful, painful to the point I sought to avoid using it. The few blog posts made after February 20th were already written and needed only to be uploaded.
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Snow Removal, Paper Boy

As I was growing up, I worked a number of odd jobs in the neighbourhood. One of these was snow removal. I enjoyed working at night when all sound was stilled by the freshly fallen, soft snow blanket. When pushing large quantities of snow I needed to exercise caution. I was of a height that put the handle of the shovel at the level of my groin. If the shovel blade caught on the lip of a paving stone, or some other obstruction, my exertions would drive the end of the shovel hard into my groin. This was extremely painful. I learned to be wary of this hazard.
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