One more post in my long litany of posts. Gotta get it out of my system! It's actually really important to me but I have run out of steam to be any kind of poster kid anymore. It's exhausting and discouraging. I just want to be seen as a person - not a disabled person or person with mental illness. But all things are not equal. 
@Justme I have read that people who have not identified or been identified as having a disability until later in life more often have better base-line self esteem. I had it better than some - but still, was the last to be picked for any team sports in gym, was called a retard daily in grade 6-7, I got pushed down on the playground once in grade 4 but most of the kids were nice enough until grade 6-7, I was humiliated by my "friends" in front of the boys, spent lots of lunch hours alone, etc. I tried so hard by high school to fit and not get emotionally pulverized, I lived in fear everyday of humiliation, my grades went out the window and I got in some trouble for smoking, drinking, skipping out. If I could do that I managed to mostly avoid the worst of the bullies. I was a smart kid, and previous to that a good kid. Being called "handicapped" never helped me. I wanted to run away from that label. I wanted to not be the kid who had to go to physio and special swimming lessons with other handicapped kids because we were handicapped. I needed to...but I hated it. I wanted to do everything on the playground that everyone else could do and I tried darn hard at it - but I knew I was behind, was different, was handicapped. I heard those words and desperately wanted to ignore them.
As an adult I got interested in disability rights. The adult world was even harder - but my parents did a little of both as a kid. Tried to ignore the label and treat me like anyone else...yet, it was discussed because I needed some specialized help...and I was ill prepared for how difficult life in the world as an adult would be. I always have been just myself but with the consciousness that other people look at me differently everyday. Troubles with confidence, troubles with jobs, with relationships...these are all more emotionally impactful long term than facing a staircase with no handrailing, but that is very anxiety provoking also - the older I get the moreso. I wasn't prepared to feel like 70 at 40.
I internalized more of that than I wish I ever had and I want to really not do that. And I don't want pills for it. I want to get to the bottom of it now that my insights are more mature than as a young adult when I was first diagnosed with depression.
This is a document of a community consultation in BC that gives a very good idea of the real barriers facing adults with disabilities...disproportionately living below the poverty line...and I assume, although other provinces have a better track record, many of the same stigmas and barriers, both internal and external, exists. Lots of people falling through the cracks. It's not hard to do. One can see why the conditions are rife for depression and anxiety that may not have been otherwise triggered under different social conditions, no? Doctors have no idea about this stuff. There's a huge disconnect.
http://engage.gov.bc.ca/disabilityw...ollection_26-February-Afternoon-Victoria.docx
@Justme I have read that people who have not identified or been identified as having a disability until later in life more often have better base-line self esteem. I had it better than some - but still, was the last to be picked for any team sports in gym, was called a retard daily in grade 6-7, I got pushed down on the playground once in grade 4 but most of the kids were nice enough until grade 6-7, I was humiliated by my "friends" in front of the boys, spent lots of lunch hours alone, etc. I tried so hard by high school to fit and not get emotionally pulverized, I lived in fear everyday of humiliation, my grades went out the window and I got in some trouble for smoking, drinking, skipping out. If I could do that I managed to mostly avoid the worst of the bullies. I was a smart kid, and previous to that a good kid. Being called "handicapped" never helped me. I wanted to run away from that label. I wanted to not be the kid who had to go to physio and special swimming lessons with other handicapped kids because we were handicapped. I needed to...but I hated it. I wanted to do everything on the playground that everyone else could do and I tried darn hard at it - but I knew I was behind, was different, was handicapped. I heard those words and desperately wanted to ignore them.
As an adult I got interested in disability rights. The adult world was even harder - but my parents did a little of both as a kid. Tried to ignore the label and treat me like anyone else...yet, it was discussed because I needed some specialized help...and I was ill prepared for how difficult life in the world as an adult would be. I always have been just myself but with the consciousness that other people look at me differently everyday. Troubles with confidence, troubles with jobs, with relationships...these are all more emotionally impactful long term than facing a staircase with no handrailing, but that is very anxiety provoking also - the older I get the moreso. I wasn't prepared to feel like 70 at 40.
I internalized more of that than I wish I ever had and I want to really not do that. And I don't want pills for it. I want to get to the bottom of it now that my insights are more mature than as a young adult when I was first diagnosed with depression.
This is a document of a community consultation in BC that gives a very good idea of the real barriers facing adults with disabilities...disproportionately living below the poverty line...and I assume, although other provinces have a better track record, many of the same stigmas and barriers, both internal and external, exists. Lots of people falling through the cracks. It's not hard to do. One can see why the conditions are rife for depression and anxiety that may not have been otherwise triggered under different social conditions, no? Doctors have no idea about this stuff. There's a huge disconnect.
http://engage.gov.bc.ca/disabilityw...ollection_26-February-Afternoon-Victoria.docx