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		<title>By: Jen Strange</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2639</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen Strange</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:53:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>THANK YOU for this!!!  my son is autistic, but to me he&#039;s just my quirky kid.  I don&#039;t see him as tragic or any less of a person, although so many other people do.  He experiences the world differently, big time - and I&#039;ve noticed the only time we really have problems with his &quot;behavior&quot; is when we&#039;re out and about and people are expecting him to conform to THEIR reality.  At home he&#039;s a delight and just a fun, silly kid.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>THANK YOU for this!!!  my son is autistic, but to me he&#8217;s just my quirky kid.  I don&#8217;t see him as tragic or any less of a person, although so many other people do.  He experiences the world differently, big time &#8211; and I&#8217;ve noticed the only time we really have problems with his &#8220;behavior&#8221; is when we&#8217;re out and about and people are expecting him to conform to THEIR reality.  At home he&#8217;s a delight and just a fun, silly kid.</p>
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		<title>By: Tlönista</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2311</link>
		<dc:creator>Tlönista</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:20:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes! This reminds me of Ballastexistenz&#039;s &quot;In My Language&quot; video where she talks about how autistic people are faulted if they don&#039;t communicate in neurotypical people&#039;s language, but not vice versa. And everything amandaw has said about how &quot;normalcy&quot; has its down sides, too.

Don&#039;t invalidate the way I experience the world!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes! This reminds me of Ballastexistenz&#8217;s &#8220;In My Language&#8221; video where she talks about how autistic people are faulted if they don&#8217;t communicate in neurotypical people&#8217;s language, but not vice versa. And everything amandaw has said about how &#8220;normalcy&#8221; has its down sides, too.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t invalidate the way I experience the world!</p>
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		<title>By: Kaitlyn</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2293</link>
		<dc:creator>Kaitlyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 20:13:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>KatieT - &quot;And on the flip side of the coin, why don’t you respect my limitations? When I say I am not able to do something on that particular day please believe me. And when I say the next day that I am able to do it, please respect that.&quot;

And don&#039;t assume I was &quot;faking it&quot; on the bad day. Or that I&#039;m &quot;cured.&quot;

I struggle with this internally. Wednesday through Sunday was hell for me. Monday was kinda bad, really bad in the evening. Today? Some twinges. So now I&#039;m beating myself up for coming home, for not going to class. Even though I&#039;m 99.9% sure that if I were on campus and went to class, I&#039;d regret it. It&#039;s that .1% that&#039;s making me doubt myself, making me cry.

To follow up on what I said - I know my body, though I don&#039;t always know what I can do until I tried it. (Like I didn&#039;t know it hurt *that bad* until I got off the bed.) I also may know my body, know some of my limitations, but I don&#039;t know what&#039;s medically wrong. There&#039;s still no damn diagnosis for the pain that has been dogging me for almost 4 years now. I&#039;m not a doctor. I&#039;ve asked for a new body, but to no avail. If I could do it with my barbies, why can&#039;t it happen in real life? (Probably for the same reason that we don&#039;t rip our heads off and put them back on or nibble on people&#039;s feet. But still.)
.-= Kaitlyn´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://ohmonkeytrumpets.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-at-home-does-not-make-you-bum.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Living at home does not make you a bum, Judge Judy.&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>KatieT &#8211; &#8220;And on the flip side of the coin, why don’t you respect my limitations? When I say I am not able to do something on that particular day please believe me. And when I say the next day that I am able to do it, please respect that.&#8221;</p>
<p>And don&#8217;t assume I was &#8220;faking it&#8221; on the bad day. Or that I&#8217;m &#8220;cured.&#8221;</p>
<p>I struggle with this internally. Wednesday through Sunday was hell for me. Monday was kinda bad, really bad in the evening. Today? Some twinges. So now I&#8217;m beating myself up for coming home, for not going to class. Even though I&#8217;m 99.9% sure that if I were on campus and went to class, I&#8217;d regret it. It&#8217;s that .1% that&#8217;s making me doubt myself, making me cry.</p>
<p>To follow up on what I said &#8211; I know my body, though I don&#8217;t always know what I can do until I tried it. (Like I didn&#8217;t know it hurt *that bad* until I got off the bed.) I also may know my body, know some of my limitations, but I don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s medically wrong. There&#8217;s still no damn diagnosis for the pain that has been dogging me for almost 4 years now. I&#8217;m not a doctor. I&#8217;ve asked for a new body, but to no avail. If I could do it with my barbies, why can&#8217;t it happen in real life? (Probably for the same reason that we don&#8217;t rip our heads off and put them back on or nibble on people&#8217;s feet. But still.)<br />
.-= Kaitlyn´s last blog ..<a href="http://ohmonkeytrumpets.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-at-home-does-not-make-you-bum.html" rel="nofollow">Living at home does not make you a bum, Judge Judy.</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: KatieT</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2240</link>
		<dc:creator>KatieT</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And on the flip side of the coin, why don&#039;t you respect my limitations?  When I say I am not able to do something on that particular day please believe me.  And when I say the next day that I am able to do it, please respect that.

I think Kaitlyn describes it well with the word &quot;paternalism&quot;.  

The bottom line is our experiences are our experiences and we are the experts on our own lives and abilities.  Everyone has limitations, ours are just framed in a way that society calls &quot;disability&quot;.
.-= KatieT´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://sickandsassy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-saying.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Just Saying&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And on the flip side of the coin, why don&#8217;t you respect my limitations?  When I say I am not able to do something on that particular day please believe me.  And when I say the next day that I am able to do it, please respect that.</p>
<p>I think Kaitlyn describes it well with the word &#8220;paternalism&#8221;.  </p>
<p>The bottom line is our experiences are our experiences and we are the experts on our own lives and abilities.  Everyone has limitations, ours are just framed in a way that society calls &#8220;disability&#8221;.<br />
.-= KatieT´s last blog ..<a href="http://sickandsassy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-saying.html" rel="nofollow">Just Saying</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Kaitlyn</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2219</link>
		<dc:creator>Kaitlyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:11:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Once you admit that you are disabled, you give up your agency for most people.

So you can&#039;t possibly know what you can do, you&#039;re just a child with no feelings.

Of course, you run into it all the time. With the kidney stone announcement, I have been told twice (once in CAPS!!!) to drink water. I know my body, I know what kidney stones do. There&#039;s advice and then there&#039;s paternalism.
.-= Kaitlyn´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://ohmonkeytrumpets.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-so-nice-when-one-pic-sums-up-your.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;It&#039;s so nice when one pic sums up your day&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once you admit that you are disabled, you give up your agency for most people.</p>
<p>So you can&#8217;t possibly know what you can do, you&#8217;re just a child with no feelings.</p>
<p>Of course, you run into it all the time. With the kidney stone announcement, I have been told twice (once in CAPS!!!) to drink water. I know my body, I know what kidney stones do. There&#8217;s advice and then there&#8217;s paternalism.<br />
.-= Kaitlyn´s last blog ..<a href="http://ohmonkeytrumpets.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-so-nice-when-one-pic-sums-up-your.html" rel="nofollow">It&#8217;s so nice when one pic sums up your day</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: meloukhia</title>
		<link>http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/11/09/limits/#comment-2214</link>
		<dc:creator>meloukhia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Why is it that people often feel the need to dictate my limits to me? As though I do not know my own full well? My body will break your narrative and eat it for breakfast with a slice of sangfroid on top. This has always deeply intrigued and frustrated me, Super Crip or not.
.-= meloukhia´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://meloukhia.net/2009/11/day_of_the_peacocks.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Day of the Peacocks&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why is it that people often feel the need to dictate my limits to me? As though I do not know my own full well? My body will break your narrative and eat it for breakfast with a slice of sangfroid on top. This has always deeply intrigued and frustrated me, Super Crip or not.<br />
.-= meloukhia´s last blog ..<a href="http://meloukhia.net/2009/11/day_of_the_peacocks.html" rel="nofollow">Day of the Peacocks</a> =-.</p>
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