Trigger Warning: This post contains a very personal account of my experience with doctors and ableism which could be triggering. It also discusses gas-lighting and experiences similar to it.
Image Description: The above image is a banner for Blogging Against Disablism Day, a 5×4 grid of pictures, in various colors, of the type used to represent people on signs. One has a cane, and one has a wheelchair. The image links to the Blogging Against Disablism Day page.
Recently, I was contacted about Blogging Against Disablism Day. I knew right away that I wanted to participate, but what to write about? Certainly I’ve had personal experiences with disablism, or ableism as it is sometimes called. But what specific type of ableism did I want to talk about? There are so many different ways that ableism presents, the institutionalized and the interpersonal, against the physical, the mental, and the developmental, the visible and the invisible. There is internalized ableism and external ableism. There is fear, pity, disbelief, simple hatred—but what should I talk about? What have my strongest, most memorable experiences been with?
The answer came fairly quickly. Doctors. After all, my experiences with doctors actually seem to have caused some of my disabilities—certainly exacerbated them. Most of my experiences with ableism have been with doctors. For three years, most of my experiences period were with doctors. Once I finished writing this, I realized it wasn’t just doctors, but denial. Denial of my experiences, my voice, my agency.