tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post1277938302663171049..comments2024-03-16T16:44:18.220-07:00Comments on Bad Cripple: Cripple Identity: It's the Freaks that Matterwilliam Peacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223601480542461802noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-20975959512118659192014-10-18T14:57:59.440-07:002014-10-18T14:57:59.440-07:00Don't let the bastards get you down. I'm 6...Don't let the bastards get you down. I'm 66 and still fighting the creeps and bigots. While doing that I had a great business career as a self-employed business person up to doing an IPO. Then I retired to use the right side of my brain in writing and music. 3 wives, 10 kids and 8 guitars. It's all good.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13740238421583172783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-14534451627467458782014-10-08T16:12:38.445-07:002014-10-08T16:12:38.445-07:00As I'm sure my latest blog post would probably...As I'm sure my latest <a href="http://travislove.me" rel="nofollow">blog post</a> would probably attest, I have never received my "crippled education". For the last six or so years I have been cut off from even "normal" society, living it through the window of social media. I can totally relate to the feeling of utter defeat when I conceded to no longer walking, something to which I have still yet to bounce back from. This concept of a "disabled culture" is mind-boggling to me and something I think I really need. The idea of a crippled University should be taken completely seriously, to which I would be both a student and a teacher someday. I have been seriously considering going back to school to get a philosophy degree and have been searching for my voice. The philosophy of disability. Sounds like a perfect fit. Thank you so much for your writing, and I'm going to be spending the next few hours reading your earlier articles.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06336818702451726331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-74269867878801895862014-10-07T13:52:19.379-07:002014-10-07T13:52:19.379-07:00Bill, Crippled University sounds like a phenomenal...Bill, Crippled University sounds like a phenomenal idea. There ought to be enough crippled scholars and ones with advanced degrees to actually make it happen. Imagine having a exclusive institution that was built on a true understanding of empowerment and not a segregated one founded on some ableist charitable idea, like all the ones that I have ever known. Imagine the students who would come out of such an institution – they could easily put us old geezers to shame.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16430116502664667865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-87897922482300066582014-10-07T04:59:01.195-07:002014-10-07T04:59:01.195-07:00Henning, I too was helped by wheelchair baseball p...Henning, I too was helped by wheelchair baseball players. I was not good at basketball but that was not the point. For the first time in my life I was surrounded and interacting with people who had a myriad of disabilities. I learned more from them about life than I ever did in rehab or a classroom I wonder about today. Where do newly minted cripples get educated about survival: that is physical care of the body and an ability to shrug off and combat ableism.<br />Your comment made me think of a university. Crippled University. CU. We need to form this sort of institution of higher eduction! william Peacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00223601480542461802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-91356163464699056182014-10-06T14:52:30.266-07:002014-10-06T14:52:30.266-07:00I got my cripple education at 13. I had a teacher ...I got my cripple education at 13. I had a teacher who was very keen on getting me out amongst other cripples and he more less demanded I started participating in athletics by giving me a magazine from the National Disabled Sports Association and telling me I could choose the kind of sports I wanted to participate in.<br /><br />I chose wheelchair basketball as it looked like the coolest sport in that magazine. I was thrown to the lions when I showed up. Everyone was at least 10 years older than me. Virtually all of them were part of the last wave of polio to hit our country. And boy, did they teach me a thing or two about survival as a cripple. The pride they carried having grown up together. They had a way of speaking and joking that I still to this day can only use with a very small group of individuals - to say it was extreme might be an understatement. But it taught me to look at myself as someone worthy and to let my freak fly free.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16430116502664667865noreply@blogger.com