All too often, portrayals of disability in literature mirror the common assumption that disability signifies helplessness. And while this literary trope is unfortunately true to the thought processes of many nondisabled people, using it in writing perpetuates the mindset that nondisabled people best know the needs of disabled people. The idea that disabled people do not know how or when to help themselves is usually thrust upon us by well-meaning nondisabled people. Yet, an able-bodied person\u2019s attempt at a good deed can become a disabled person\u2019s unwelcome frustration.<\/p>\n
When written responsibly, literature can spark positive change by helping society to move past stereotyping disability. However, in order for this to occur, it is imperative for nondisabled authors to assess their own assumptions and behaviors and move towards a greater understanding of the lived experiences of disabled people. To provide some insight into the ways that assumptions of helplessness diminish the rights and independence of disabled people, I\u2019d like to share a few anecdotes in the hopes that writers will think twice before depicting disabled characters as helpless, and that nondisabled people will think twice before rushing to an unneeded rescue.<\/p>\n
To start, I suppose it can be a bit of a sight when I\u2019m out with my boyfriend. We both use wheelchairs, and without fail, we attract attention and garner offers of assistance everywhere we go. It\u2019s certainly understandable, because going places is an interesting process for us. For instance, here\u2019s how we get in his car: We take a step stool out of the trunk, put it next to the passenger side, and I climb in. Then, my boyfriend moves my wheelchair, takes it apart, folds it up, and lifts it into the trunk. Finally, he gets in the car, takes apart his own wheelchair, puts it in the back seat, and off we go. To get out of the car, we reverse all these steps.<\/p>\n
Now, you\u2019re probably thinking one of two things. You\u2019re either amazed at how buff and manly my boyfriend seems for doing all the heavy lifting, or you\u2019re wondering how we go through a process that sounds so complicated just to drive somewhere. But what people don\u2019t usually seem to realize is that we\u2019ve got things under control. We have our routine down to a science, and we know what works for us. It actually makes me laugh sometimes because people offer help when I\u2019m in the middle of a parking lot with my boyfriend, and I wonder how it doesn\u2019t occur to them that we clearly already made it to the location on our own, in spite of the fact that we don\u2019t have helpful wheelchair-folding elves in the backseat.<\/p>\n
I do see the reasons why the first instinct of an able-bodied person is that two people in wheelchairs must need help. I just wish people wouldn\u2019t make automatic assumptions like that. It\u2019s not that we\u2019re unappreciative; we just know what methods are best for us the same way other people know what works for them. And if either of us needs help, we\u2019ll ask! Our wheelchairs do not preclude us from being in touch with our own needs.<\/p>\n
While I try not to begrudge people for offering assistance when I look like I might genuinely need it, there are certain situations in which offers of help leave me truly confounded. One such instance occurred quite recently while I was sitting outside an airport. I was with my mother, who happened to be using her power wheelchair at the time. (Yes, I know I\u2019ve got a veritable microcosm of the disability community in my life!) We were guarding over our luggage while my dad went to park the car, chatting and joking around. A woman who already had two huge suitcases in her hands approached us and politely asked \u201cDo you ladies need any help?\u201d Forget the fact that there was no way she could have helped us with her hands full\u2026we didn\u2019t need help in the first place! Our luggage was resting on the ground and my mother and I were literally just sitting there. There was no indication that we were struggling. If an able-bodied person was standing next to a suitcase and didn\u2019t give off any cues that he\/she needed help, it would be weird for a stranger to approach the person and offer help. But somehow, visible indicators of disability automatically give people license to assume I must be in need of help even when I\u2019m not asking.<\/p>\n
Thankfully, most people stop asking if I need help after the first time I decline, but on rare occasions, people try to be \u201chelpful\u201d to the point of overstepping boundaries and causing downright uncomfortable situations. I\u2019ll share a story that happened while getting in the car with my boyfriend. While I was interning in Washington, D.C. this summer, he came down to visit me. One evening, he picked me up from work, and as we were about to get into the car, a man approached us and offered help. When we said no thanks, the man didn\u2019t back off, but proceeded to ask repeatedly if we were sure we didn\u2019t need anything. Uh, yes, I think we\u2019re sure of our own needs. And yet, each time we said no, the man moved closer until he was standing over us. Just as we finally thought we\u2019d shaken him off, it turned out the man was parked next to us, so we told him it would be most helpful if he\u2019d move his car so I would have more room to get in our car. Instead of leaving, the man got in his car and stared at us with his window open, continuing to insist he\u2019d be there if we needed assistance as I awkwardly tried to climb in our car as fast as possible. The man finally left, albeit reluctantly, as we were pulling out of the parking lot. Not only was he practically babysitting us, but also he was completely undermining our personal authority.<\/p>\n
Even after all this, I\u2019d still prefer a person to ask me (once) if I need help rather than helping me without asking. A typical example of this happens all the time when people grab on to the back of my wheelchair and try to push me without asking first. I do realize that to observers I may sometimes appear to need assistance, because I\u2019m not exactly an athlete in the Paralympics and I can be slow when I\u2019m pushing myself. But I know my capabilities and my limits, and though I\u2019m stubborn at times, I\u2019ll eventually relent and ask for a push if I need it.<\/p>\n
There is a key movement in the disability community for the right to self-determination, which means that we have the power to freely choose how and when we act or are acted upon, without having the will of nondisabled people forced upon us. Or, in the simplest possible terms: disabled DOES NOT mean helpless. I cannot stress this enough. Being a good person is a great thing, but please don\u2019t do it at the expense of allowing me to determine my own needs. It\u2019s time for able-bodied people to differentiate between politeness and infringing upon my independence<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" All too often, portrayals of disability in literature mirror the common assumption that disability signifies helplessness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":405,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_generate-full-width-content":"","kt_blocks_editor_width":""},"categories":[57],"tags":[74],"genre":[],"age_category":[],"disability":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/405"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"age_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/age_category?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"disability","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/disabilityinkidlit.com\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/disability?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}