Musings on disability: a year later.

For several months now, I’ve been fighting the impulse to write a rant about the appalling callousness on display on social media towards people with disability, especially people notionally in the U.S. (most of the random people I rub against online are names on a screen, who knows where they actually are?–or even whether they are actual humans rather than bots.), and when it occurred to me that I may have written before about my particular “this bar is already on the ground, and you cannot clear it?” issue (alt-text, it’s alt-text), I found this post, written exactly a year ago. I’d say, plus ça change, plus c´est la même chose, but actually things are getting progressively worse at an ever accelerating pace. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ We are still in the throes of a mass disabling event–COVID19 isn’t over, by a fucking LONG chalk–and it’s terrifying how both public opinion and public health policy (at least in the U.S.) has shifted almost entirely to, “not my monkey, not my circus” when it…