| GimpGirl Moves to a New Sim |
[May. 3rd, 2013|03:13 pm]
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Originally published at GimpGirl Community. Please leave any comments there. GimpGirl Community’s current Second Life sim will be closing as of May 11, 2013. In June, we will have a new Second Life space set up and will notify everyone when it opens! Until then, we will be taking a break after May 11 from regular scheduled meetings, so our last meeting for a few weeks will be the Hang Out Hour on May 8. We will announce the next meeting as we get closer to opening our new space on Second Life. In the meantime, you can get involved on Facebook and Twitter, or reach us on our website contact form.
A reminder to all current vendors and tenants: Our current Second Life sim will be completely shutting down as of May 11. Don’t wait until the last minute to save all of your objects! If you have anything on our parcel that is irreplaceable, please take it into your inventory as soon as possible. All vendor spaces and apartments will completely disappear on or around May 11. Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns that we can assist you with. |
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| Dancing for Donations |
[Mar. 25th, 2013|02:15 pm]
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Hey Everyone, I've just posted a new video about my prep for an exciting event! I will be participating this year in the March of Dimes of North Georgia as part of TEAM DUNCAN! Duncan Lawrence is my super awesome nephew and is the Regional Ambassador for the event! Please consider sponsoring me in the walk on April 12th at See motivation in action!! Then use the link above to sponsor me as part of TEAM DUNCAN and get me to my donation goal. Getting through the 4 miles, I'll take care of that!! Come be a part of the movement. You can walk or cheer us on. DONATIONS of $50 or more get you your own TEAM DUNCAN t-shirt! With logos like this (event info below) Or if you wish you can go to and order your very own shirt from the makers at Strong and Far (here's the logo) go to the link below  North Georgia Tri CountyApril 12, 2013Ellijay Elementary 32 McCutchen Street Ellijay, GA 30540 |
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| These are by far the best worded of why me and mine HATE the "I" word!!! |
[Mar. 21st, 2013|06:26 pm]
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 Scott Hamilton's now famous meme. REALLY?!?!?!?
By far the most disabling thing in my life is the physical environment. It dictates what I can and can't do every day. But if Hamilton is to be believed, I should just be able to smile at an inaccessible entrance to a building long enough and it will magically turn into a ramp. I can make accessible toilets appear where none existed before, simply by radiating a positive attitude. I can simply turn that frown upside down in the face of a flight of stairs with no lift in sight. Problem solved, right?I'm a natural optimist, but none of that has ever worked for me. Inspiration porn shames people with disabilities. It says that if we fail to be happy, to smile and to live lives that make those around us feel good, it's because we're not trying hard enough. Our attitude is just not positive enough. It's our fault. Not to mention what it means for people whose disabilities are not visible, like people with chronic or mental illness, who often battle the assumption that it's all about attitude. And we're not allowed to be angry and upset, because then we'd be "bad" disabled people. We wouldn't be doing our very best to "overcome" our disabilities.
~ Stella Youngfull article
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| Domestic Violence Support for Women with Disabilities |
[Mar. 16th, 2013|10:57 am]
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| [ | Tags | | | access, caregivers, carers, domestic violence, equality, feminism, health care, online articles, partners, personal care assistants, shelters, women | ] |
Originally published at GimpGirl Community. Please leave any comments there. Women with disabilities account for over 20% of the general population (Office on Disability Prevalence…, n.d.), and experience rates of abuse 1.5 to 10 times higher than women without disabilities (Sobsey, 1988). However, shelters are largely inadequate to support the needs of women with disabilities who want to escape violence. According to a study by Nosek, Howland and Young, 83% of shelters offered or made referrals to temporary wheelchair accessible housing, 47% provided interpreter services to deaf or hard of hearing individuals, and only 6% offered assistance with caregiver services (1997). Additionally, even if services are available, staff only receives disability awareness training in 36% of shelters (Nosek, Howland & Young, 1997). When a woman contacts a domestic violence service, she often ends up having to educate the staff about disability. She may even end up emotionally supporting the staff through the awkward exchange of dubious information. The dearth of services – combined with a profound lack of access to information — often leaves women with disabilities feeling like there is no escape.
The absence of support for such accommodations for women with disabilities is largely because the general population is unaware of the rates of abuse this demographic experiences. The dearth of information is simply an outcome of this severe lack of awareness. People have no idea that rates of violence can be up to 62% over a women’s lifetime, and much higher for women with severe learning disorders (Nosek, Howland & Young, 1997). Women with disabilities — from every demographic — experience higher rates of abuse than women without disabilities.
When a woman with a disability experiences domestic violence, the perpetrator is usually an intimate partner, family or caregiver (Nosek, Howland & Young, 1997). Economic constraints or lack of independent ability to leave a violent situation puts women with disabilities at a severe disadvantage. They can be completely at the mercy of those around them, and without a safety net of other family assistance or community services, women with disabilities have no way of escape. Unfortunately, shelter services are notoriously incapable of handling accommodations — such as wheelchair access, sign language interpreters, caregivers and other disability specific needs — required by domestic violence survivors with disabilities.
Violence is often a crime that takes the path of least resistance. Women with disabilities are easier to control economically, physically and emotionally due to a myriad of reasons, such as stereotypes, their potentially lowered ability to make money (due to practical or systemic constraints), and dependence on inherently problematic institutions and social services. They are often raised with heightened forms of infantilization and pedestalling. “Good” girls and women with disabilities are compliant, grateful, and constantly happy, while often simultaneously being treated like a burden to those around them. If disabled from birth, that may be all a woman with a disability will expect of herself. They are “easy” targets for perpetrators of violence, especially because of their limited ability to escape the situation.
In order for the deeper issue of awareness of violence against women with disabilities to change, people would have to face the facts behind violence against women in general, as well as deeply ingrained stereotypes about people with disabilities. “Good” people would never dream of perpetrating violence or rape against women with disabilities, predominately because they do not view women with disabilities as sexual or threatening. They do not understand that abuse and rape are not about who deserves it, mainstream stereotypes of sexual attractiveness, or the ability of the person being abused to defend themselves. It is about control, and vulnerability only makes control easier.
A woman who needs assistance may have no idea where to find support when she experiences domestic violence. It is the responsibility of shelter agencies to provide this basic information to women with disabilities, even if there are no services available. Women with disabilities are often put in the position of having to fight through a maze of bureaucracy to find out that there are no supports available – effectively revictimizing a woman already in crisis. Even knowing what is not available allows an individual to allocate precious energy to workable alternatives. This information is vital to someone seeking assistance, and the lack of information only adds to the profound silencing women with disabilities in this situation experience.
Women with disabilities face rates of abuse that are 1.5 to 10 times greater than women without disabilities in any demographic (Sobsey, 1988). Yet, they often do not receive the same supports that women without disabilities in domestic violence crisis receive. They face the same violence in profound isolation and silence, with less ability to protect themselves. When they do reach out to find a safer situation, women with disabilities are met with confusion and a severe lack of information on what little services are actually available. This should not be acceptable in the domestic violence support community – a community that was founded on feminist principles to assist women seeking safety and alleviate the silencing that often accompanies abuse.
s.e. smith also wrote about this issue on the This Ain’t Livin’ blog earlier this month: Access Denied: Crisis Centres and Disabled People. Check it out!
Bibliography
Nosek, M.A., Howland, C.A., Young, M.E. (1997). Abuse of Women with Disabilities: Policy Implications. Journal of Disabilities Policy Studies.
Office on Disability Prevalence and Impact Fact Sheet. (n.d.). U.S. Department of Health & Human Services. Retrieved February 29, 2012, from http://www.hhs.gov/od/about/fact_sheets/prevalenceandimpact.html
US Department of Justice. (2002). Americans with Disabilities Act Questions and Answers. Retrieved March 9, 2013, from http://www.ada.gov/q%26aeng02.htm#Public
Sobsey, D. (1988). Sexual Offenses and Disabled Victims: Research and Practical Implications. Vis-A-Vis. |
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| GimpGirl Community’s 15th Anniversary Celebration |
[Jan. 27th, 2013|05:22 pm]
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Originally published at GimpGirl Community. Please leave any comments there. In February we celebrate GimpGirl Community’s 15th anniversary. We’ve come a long way since it was founded in 1998, however our mission remains the same — to support the lives of women with disabilities. We could not do this without the support of our members.
To mark this celebration we would like to ask you to submit your thoughts to us on what GimpGirl has meant to you. It could be a memory, a poem, a piece of creative writing or art work. We will showcase them on our website, Flickr, Second Life, Facebook and Twitter. We are also planning a celebration (details to come) where we will showcase some pieces and show art work in our Second Life gallery and on Flickr. We ask that these be submitted by 28th of February.
You can email your entry to us using the contact form on our website or add pictures to our Flickr group. You can also comment on this post with your memories. What is your first memory of GimpGirl? What is your favorite memory since being part of the community? We look forward to reading them! |
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| Feeling Broken |
[Jan. 3rd, 2013|09:38 am]
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I sort of "melted down" on the dog walk this morning. Usually it's a good time for a form of meditation. I mean, it was nice to see Bobby and Theo acting more like pack mates on the walk, following up each other's sniffs and and such. But there came a point when, like the next wave on a beach, thoughts about my panic attack at the new year's nightclub come washing over me.
I think two things upset me about that - having the panic attack in the first place, and my friend's reaction to it afterwards.
See we went to a nightclub in particular because there was this bank from the US that was playing live there. They didn't start until after midnight. The day leading up to that everything seemed to go wrong. I was travelling down to Sydney and supposed to get there about Midday. Only everything took too long; I lost my friend's mobile number, and didn't get there until after 3-4pm. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast except a spring roll at Strathfield station on the way there. I had allowed time to get stuff on the way, but the both the bus and trains were late, but en route I didn't know that, so even though I had a 20 minute gap at one point I couldn't take it.
Likewise I stuffed up which bus I took to get to my friend's house in Casula, missing another opportunity to get something to eat at the local shopping centre (the bus driver dropped me near the Hume Highway thinking he was doing me a favour when in fact he doubled the distance I had to walk). A confusing and frustrating trip. About the only thing I had was some water and a Tequila before going out. That was probably a big mistake. We (me, my friend and another friend) got to the club and the band was on in the basement We went down there and even though I had a walking stick I ended up on a stool. And then my friend stashed her gear under the stool and told me to guard it. Only the stool was next to the stage in front of a pillar, and surrounded by everyone. And it was uncomfortable as shit.
Now she was really keen on the band and what could I do (what I didn't know was that the other friend was sitting at the back watching the bags)? I sat there and let the tension and stress mount up. And had a big panic attack - the place got crowded and I couldn't see either friend and my back was killing me and and I felt trapped and then that feeling like death was coming for me full bore was upon me. I saw Jayne and touched her on the shoulder and then ran for it - I just had to get out of the room. I got upstairs and my mobile rang but I fumbled with it and of course I didn't have any credit on it so I couldn't even answer a text asking me where I was. I sort of lost it when my friends found me and threw the phone away (they retrieved it). I spent the rest of the time that night on the sofa not moving, trying to keep it together.
But here's the thing. The management of the club thought that I was drunk (I'd only had water at the club) and my friends had to stay with me or they would have tried to bounce me out the door. Then I dozed off exhausted and got woken up by the staff (apparently if you fall asleep at a club you're considered drunk as well). So that meant my friend who was keen on the band didn't get to see any more of them, and we had to leave early. She was angry with me and seemed to think that the attack was a "tantrum". I only wish it was, because then it wouldn't affect me so much.
The next day was tense and being told by my friend that I "just needed to take control" really didn't help. It's like being depressed and being told by someone to either "cheer up" or "just snap out of it" - sigh. I had a "clumsy day" where I fuck up and my dexterity drops to nil. Ever since then I've been thinking about what I could have done to make things different. Not go is one answer. Maybe I should have said that guarding her bag in a crowd of strangers was not a good idea. Tell people - wanted to, but I felt ashamed about being limited that way, and was afraid of just such a reaction that I got.
But I'm angry too. At myself most of all. I ought to know from past history that when I pretend that there isn't a problem it guarantees that it will be one. Time and time again when I put myself in a big crowd where I don't know or can't see people I do, I pay for it. If I'm there with just one friend at my side it's not a problem. And here I am allowing that to happen. But I'm also a bit pissed off with my friends. With Jayne because she just seemed to take it as a personal affront and something I willfully do. Wish it was because if that were the case I could just stop it. And the thing is that this is not the first time I've flipped out with her at a club. We went to Blink years ago and the strobing there just forced me out. But I'm pissed with the other friend as well. They have epilepsy but unlike mine they're still having seizures and on medication (I now have "sessions" where I can't seem to speak, or write, or read). But they fucking put themselves out as an expert on it, even though they've never had auras; and they criticized me about having the tequila when they were pumped up on dope themselves.
Wonderful night wasn't it? I patched things up the day after, but I don't have much incentive to go to clubs in future. And today I just feel broken, like (as I was repeatedly as a teenager) that all I had to do was have the "right attitude" and that my issues (which I believe are in part physical/medical ones) wouldn't be a broken. WELL FUCK THAT.
I feel broken. I just do. Most days I carry on regardless, but if I don't accept that one fact it jumps up and bites me in the fucking face. I don't want "to be cheered up" or "snap out of it", nor do I want to "wallow in the problem" (as a few people I know do). But what to do? THAT, is the problem. |
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| I LOVE it!! |
[Sep. 28th, 2012|08:28 pm]
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This little man's costume of an icre cream truck fits right over his wheel chair: Kudo's to the best mom and dad EVER!!
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| Something really neat |
[Sep. 11th, 2012|01:37 am]
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I was at a friend's wedding the other day, and got to meet the sister of another friend who I don't see enough of since she moved out of state. Said sister uses a scooter. Both of us hugely bonded on the usual gimp-girl topics, as well as being silly and enjoying an absolutely lovely wedding. (And kudos to her sister, maid of honor and wedding planner, and the rest of the wedding team, for going the extra mile to be accessible.)
But the part I had to share with y'all:
I got my wheelchair into the bathroom (yay portable ramp! And door that was wide enough! And not having had too much champagne yet!) and was in there peeing and then pulling myself back together. Somebody knocked, and I said "Just a minute!" like you do. While I was getting back into the wheelchair, I overheard some people talking outside the bathroom door, probably in line for the bathroom.
"Is somebody in there now?" "Yep." "Who is it?" "That young lady in the wheelchair." "Which one?"
I nearly bit through my lip trying not to squee aloud. So often I've been "the girl in the wheelchair" that it was just MIND BLOWING that somebody had to ask "Which one?" Never happened before!
Just goes to show we should all hang out together more often. ;) |
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