GAS Works Web Paper 3

I remember.

I read.

I think?

The space through which you move comfortably without a thought, skirting the coffee table there, slipping sideways behind that chair to reach for a novel on the fifth shelf of the bookcase, looms with obstacles for me. And although I do not expect you to reconstruct it to permit me access, a number of problems could have been eliminated in the original design.

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    Why is it that being disabled like being a man or a women means that there are no gray areas, but simply black and white? Why must one be ostracized from the categories that entail the so called norms of society because they do not fit into them clearly? I think that society has grown up around this idea that any disability in which the individual body or gender does not coincide with the norm, is not correct; that it is not proper and standard and therefore should not be accepted. This concept of a norm has been so engrained into our way of being, that we even construct categories out of norms, and we subsequently create more and more outsiders.  
       

            I’m in Philadelphia, ignoring my boyfriend because I have too much on my mind. I’m thinking about which issues of disability require my attention the most, when I don’t even know where I stand on them yet. We’re walking down 19th street to Fairmount and I’m just quiet. There was a moment a few blocks behind us when I tried to speak out of the panicked energy of my mind, but my mind was more like a vortex and I couldn’t pull much out of it at the time.

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