TALK TO A CRIP TUESDAY!

TALK TO A CRIP* TUESDAY!
The first Tuesday of every month is hereby proclaimed as
Talk To A Crip Tuesday.



NOW, THEREFORE, I, The WillaWoman, do hereby proclaim the First Tuesday of every Month as TALK TO A CRIP TUESDAY. I call upon public officials, educators, librarians, parents, and all the people of the World to observe this day with the appropriate actions outlined below. Pretty official sounding, eh?!

Goals:
  1. Raise awareness of the Disabled's plight of feeling invisible or feeling like a circus freak.
  2. Demonstrate to the abled-bodied that The Disabled are just like everyone else.
  3. Cause a generational avalanche of knowledge to the abled-bodied's children.
  4. Make the day of a lonely, ostracized Disabled Person.

Actions:
  1. Say "Hello" to a Disabled Person.
  2. Nod and smile to a Disabled Person.
  3. Strike up a conversation with a Disabled Person.
  4. Have your child say "Hello" to a Disabled Person.
  5. Look a Disabled Person in the eye and acknowledge them.
  6. Treat a Disabled Person like you would any other Human Being.
  7. Don't talk to the disabled in that iddy biddy baby voice that seniors and children also find insulting. We don't enjoy the feeling of being condescended to.
For my part, I will spend each Talk To A Crip Tuesday getting as much exposure for this blog as humanly possible. I will repost this blog entry every first Tuesday of the month.


Did I miss anything? Let me know and I'll add it here.
Able-Bodies: I would love to hear about your experiences!
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Thanks to all for your support.

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* I've decided to change this back to "a crip" instead of "the disabled". It's a word that I call myself and that I'm comfortable with. I'm not saying that I'm giving permission for non-crips to use this term, but it's my way of keeping things lite with non-disabled folks. So there.

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