Is Disability fluffy?
I wish I could be like Brent who seemed to take care of those of us in the attic. He really was the LGBT coordinator but he seemed to take care of all. We also had these random outside folks who would come in and sorta help us out. I also sometimes think now my fluffy spaces are comittees on disability or my feminist disability discusions. However what I keep thinking is fluffy to me if it describes disability it isn't an individualized term fluffy if anything is like a warm fuzzy you get from being around others.\
I still play that in my head, it was one of those complete shock moments for me when it happened I looked at the person like they said everything I heard in my head and more.... I wanted to yell no I am not fluffy but I kept silent I don't know why. I don't know why that was important but it was. Maybe I am just a wimp, when people shock me they shock me to silence it is when I most truely feel alone and impaired. I know the intent wasn't bad. Which sometimes is harder... when people are evil it is easier to deal.