“Nondisabled Demands” reminded me of how mental illnesses, much like disabilities in general, can be turned into a “situation” in which the tables are turned: the disabled person is no longer valid for their feelings, and they’d be better of they if just got out with it. Spill your heart on the table – everything that makes you, you – otherwise, you are hurting the people who are “trying” to help you.
Sometimes people aren’t ready. Sometimes, the right people aren’t coming to you, or they’re coming at you from a completely wrong angle. No matter the excuse of “we’re trying to help,” “I know somebody (like the uncle) who has experienced (say…) depression… We know how you feel.” It’s clumping all people with disabilities into a box and neglecting their individual experience. This negative type of intervention style is so common, and despite many persons who might try to help, the lack of understanding, frankly – nosiness, – is suffocating. People don’t owe anybody an explanation for their experiences in life.
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