Best 86 quotes in «disabled quotes» category

Got my fungal foot powder? Ah, it's a lifesaver, you know. I'd effectively be disabled if it weren't for these.

I hate the words 'handicapped' and 'disabled'. They imply that you are less than whole. I don't see myself that way at all.

I'm Palestinian, I'm disabled, I'm female and I live in New Jersey.

I'm very learning-disabled, and I think it drove me to what I'm doing.

If one is physically disabled, one cannot afford to be psychologically disabled as well.

Pamela Anderson has more prosthetic in her body than I do. Nobody calls her disabled.

I was not developmentally disabled, but didn't mature at the same rate other kids did.

A career spent troubleshooting broken systems is also very useful for troubleshooting failing health.

A bind is when you're quadriplegic, suicidal about that and unable to persuade your best friend to murder you.

A life without some faculties is always full of difficulties.

As an experienced electrical engineer in the USA, I was earning in excess of $100,000 annual salary plus benefits. There was no incentive whatsoever to be disabled and in poverty on a corporate government disability program.

Although stigmatizing attitudes are not limited to mental illness, the public seems to disapprove persons with psychiatric disabilities significantly more than persons with related conditions such as physical illness (34-36). Severe mental illness has been likened to drug addiction, prostitution, and criminality (37,38). Unlike physical disabilities, persons with mental illness are perceived by the public to be in control of their disabilities and responsible for causing them (34,36). Furthermore, research respondents are less likely to pity persons with mental illness, instead reacting to psychiatric disability with anger and believing that help is not deserved (35,36,39)." World Psychiatry. 2002 Feb; 1(1): 16–20. PMCID: PMC1489832 Understanding the impact of stigma on people with mental illness PATRICK W CORRIGAN and AMY C WATSON

And suddenly, lying in bed, I became aware of every inch of my body and I apologised to it, quietly. I apologised for bring so ungrateful for so long. Then I thanked my arms, hands and fingers for always trying so hard. I thanked my legs and feet for holding me up all the time. I thanked my brain for working so amazingly well and conjuring up thoughts and dreams and sentences and images and crazy poems. And I thanked all my organs for working together and giving me life. It had taken four and a half billion years for me to be here. Right now. In this universe. And in that moment, I felt totally overwhelmed at being alive. There could be nothing but there was everything. I didn't want to waste a single second more worrying about trivialities. Worrying that I'd never match up to an ideal that didn't even exist. Nobody is normal. We are all different. I had to make sure that every moment I had left on this planet counted.

A seemingly simple task like taking a bath or wearing a condom feels like multitasking to someone who suffers from hemiplegia or has only one hand.

Blatantly deny me my disability benefits and we will have a problem.

Boredom is probably more frequent and more tormenting if you do not have sight or hands.

But I live here, in this place. And I don’t know how to tell you that. I don’t want you to squirm, or take my hand and say it’s tragic. I don’t want you to roll your eyes as though I’m playing a macho game of one-upmanship: My pain can beat up everyone else’s adolescent pain, so I’ll just be over here in the corner, savoring the depths of my stoic suffering and shedding no more than a single tear when I listen to every single cover of “Hurt” and “Hallelujah” on repeat. No, you can’t help me. Don’t try to help me. Please try to help me.

But in today’s world, being seen as intellectually, cognitively, or developmentally disabled is dangerous because intelligence and verbal communication are entrenched markers of personhood.

But the thing is that it has provided Mrs Scorrier with a pretext for saying what, I own, has quite sunk my spirits. She told me that Charlotte has a horror of *deformity*, which makes her wish that just now, when she is in a delicate situation, it might have been possible for Aubrey to visit friends.

Children with disabilities are stronger than we know, they fight the battles that most will never know.

Choosing to accept yourself is a political act. An act of liberation.

Be careful, as once you lose your health, it may be gone forever.

Deny me my workers compensation benefits and we will have a problem.

Disabled in the USA? Congratulations, you have now obtained the secret corporate government status of ‘Garbage’.

Disabled people are now having to beg for small payments that once were held up as entitlements, and a way of making society fairer.

Eligibility for government disability payments for many sickened people only exists on paper, it does not exist in reality.

You're not disabled by the disabilities you have, you are able by the abilities you have.

Dad would call it my Sisyphus toll. Push a boulder up a hill, pretending it’s okay, and come nightfall it - and I - come crashing down. But he forgets the view each time I make it to the top.

Everything is temporary, almost like a passing fase, some of laughter Some of pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before, Some would say I'm selfish, To hold a little sadness in my eyes, But they don't feel the sorrow When I can't do, all that helps me feel alive. I can express my emotions, but I can't run wild and free, My mind and soul would handle it but hell upon my hip, ankle and knees, This disorder came about, as a friendship said its last goodbyes, Soooo this is what I got given for all the years I stood by? I finally stand still to question it, life it is in fact? What the fuck is the purpose of it all if you get stabbed in the back? And after the anger fills the air, the regret takes it places, I never wanted to be that girl, Horrid, sad and faded... So I took with a grain of salt, my new found reality, I am not of my pain, the disability doesnt define me. I find away to adjust, also with the absence of my friend, I trust the choices I make, allow my heart to mend. I pick up the pieces I retrain my leg, I find where I left off And I start all over again, You see what happens... When a warrior gets tested; They grow from the ashes Powerful and invested. So I thank all this heartache, As I put it to a rest, I move forward with my life And I'll build a damn good nest.

Feminists lobby against sex wage discrepancies, gays fight homophobic laws, and the physically challenged demand greater access—each fighting for injustices that affect their lives, and/or the lives of their loved ones. Yet these dedicated activists usually fail to make even a slight change in their consumer choices for the sake of other much more egregiously oppressed and exploited individuals. While it is important to fight for one’s own liberation, it is counterproductive (not to mention selfish and small minded) to fight for one’s own liberation while willfully continuing to oppress others who are yet lower on the rungs of hierarchy.

Given that the corporate government disability system is denying sickened Mauna Kea workers their earned disability benefits, it falls back onto their very high altitude past employer to compensate them for their loss of earnings, pain and suffering.

Go to war, come home as a sickened veteran, and be denied your earned disability payments to live a life of extreme poverty and hardship.

i also dislike people who try to talk down to my understanding. they are like people who when walking with you try to shorten their steps to suit yours, hypocrisy in both cases is equally exasperating.

I came to know the corporate government disability system as a sick minded scam.

I can sum up the corporate government disability system with two words: Toxic Bureaucrats.

I had worked at Mauna Kea from the age of 31 to 36. By the time I left, I had developed a wide range of health issues. At the age of 45 my biological systems had collapsed so much that I became disabled by mental and physical illness.

I Have a Dream... someday my son, Zyon and ALL individuals with disabilities will be seen as HUMAN beings. I Have a Dream... someday the human & civil rights of individuals with disabilities are honored and they are treated as equals. I Have a Dream... someday ALL parents who have children with disabilities see their child as a blessing and not a burden. I Have a Dream... someday there will be more jobs and opportunities for individuals with disabilities. I Have a Dream... someday there will be UNITY "within" the disabled community. I HAVE A DREAM!!!

I love full on, like 65 mph in a handicapped parking spot.

Even from her distance, Darcy heard Trace yelling at Ember loud enough to shake the building. Kyle leaned up against the wall with a slight grin on his face. "Understand now?" "Yeah, she's going to go deaf." "Probably, but she totally had it coming." "It must be nice to have someone love you so much to shout at you until you're disabled," Darcy said almost dreamily.

He picked up the paper and read the article; it was just one of many he had read lately that portrayed the poor in an awful light. The badge had now become the symbol of the unemployed, the sick, the disabled, and the most vulnerable. Badger had noticed that the media, just like that newspaper, swirled around anybody who they deemed too lazy or too stupid to work, and it seemed, people believed what they read.

If you become disabled in the USA and have no savings, you may be in serious trouble.

It’d be easy to get lost here, in the spaces where I feel like a ghost. A spirit who couldn’t touch, or be touched. It’d be easy, so easy, to drown. But I keep swimming back towards the shore.

It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or who you love. It doesn't matter whether you're black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you're willing to try.

It is hard to be charitable when you have been denied your disability benefits and your workers compensation for occupational disease.

I was sickened by what I witnessed when I went through the corporate government disability system.

I went to the doctors to get better, instead they made me sicker.

Mistreatment of disabled people by the corporate controlled government is the root cause of a huge number of suicides.

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.

Losing some faculties is worse than losing your life.

In western societies many people become sick in their thirties, develop serious medical conditions in their forties and are disabled in their fifties.