Talking about Body Integrity Identity Disorder – Just another disability!
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by Z - 7 November 2010
I need glasses. Not very much, I have pretty decent eyesight I just can’t make out specific details (like letters or faces) from that far away. Most things are blurrier than they are with glasses, but I can still get along fine without them. I could probably drive without glasses if I didn’t need to read road signs.
Comfort or Comformity? continues »
by Z - 1 October 2010
I like languages. I found this out fairly recently, when I discovered Icelandic in January of this year. There are a lot of things I like about this language- some of the letters that English doesn’t have, the way it deals with gender seems nice and the people seem cool. It’s also extremely rare and extremely hard to find resources for without a GIANT budget. (Shipping about doubles the price at most reliable online stores that ship internationally)
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by Z - 29 September 2010
I think I’ve always had a love/hate feeling about vision. On the one hand- being sighted in a world designed by and for sighted people is convenient. You can learn the way people want you to. You don’t have to walk into school and hope they have things you need to be able to learn. I’m not actually sure how you can do math while blind- I’m sure you can, but I’m a bit afraid of the braille for Calculus equations.
My Eyes continues »
by Z - 27 September 2010
I do not like dogs. I don’t know when exactly it started, but I’ve always preferred cats. Then, in kindergarten, a large dog who was big enough to knock my father over came running at me to get the stuffed animal (mine) I was holding in my hands. I kind of black out everything between then other than knowing that the stuffed animal is safe and I still hate it’s owner. I’m guessing nothing happened seriously, but the memory of a huge animal with angry teeth lunging at my 4 year old torso is still ingrained.
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by Z - 24 September 2010
I grew up in a small town. I basically had the same class of 25 or so kids from K through six (4-12 y.o), with a handful of kids that varied. Every now and then one would come in with a cast or something, but never anything so bad as to need a wheelchair or even crutches. The worst thing that happened was a girl who broke her head open jumping off her dresser in kindergarten- which thankfully didn’t have much damage. So I wasn’t really exposed to differently abled people.
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