The label – ‘disabled’
I'm frequently asked about the choice of the word 'disabled' in the title of my website. While my usual ‘100,000 feet’ response delves into the importance of normalising the term, reducing stigma, and showcasing the significant contributions of disabled individuals, there's a more personal story behind it.
The 10,000 feet answer
During my travels, encounters with airport security often highlight the challenges I face. Passing through both the metal detector and the newer scanning machine, I'm typically asked to remove my belt. Holding up my "STOP - I am a stroke survivor" card, I explain that my right hand doesn't function properly. Rather than going through the hassle of removing my belt and then needing to thread it back through the belt loops, I happily allow the security guard to inspect it, even putting their hands behind the buckle.
Unexpected obstacles: a disheartening encounter
However, my usual routine encountered an unexpected obstacle on a recent flight from Melbourne to Newcastle. As I presented my card and explained my situation, the female security guard insisted I remove my belt. Repeating my standard reply, I sensed her annoyance and frustration as she reiterated the need for belt removal.
Facing scepticism: unseen disabilities
My form of PTSD stemming from my stroke is triggered when authorities doubt my disability due to my outward appearance. Lacking visible signs such as a wheelchair, cane, dropface, shuffle or missing limbs, I face scepticism about my claim to disability.
Heartache and hope: navigating emotional turmoil
Returning to the security checkpoint, I endeavoured to remain calm and articulate so as not to slur my words, explaining my frequent travels and the typical inspection process. Frustration escalated until a male colleague intervened, agreeing to check my belt, and completing the process in under five seconds.
Walking away, my heart raced, and I felt violated by the need to assert my disability loudly. I felt anger toward the guard for putting me in that position but also hopeful that my pushback might pave the way for a smoother experience for the next disabled person at her checkpoint.
Advocating for change
This experience underscores the broader issue: the need to challenge preconceived notions of disability based on visible markers. By embracing the term 'disabled,' we can break stereotypes, raise awareness and advocate for a more inclusive and understanding society. My hope is that sharing these encounters sparks dialogue and fosters change in how we perceive and treat individuals with disability.
