| Jen ( @ 2008-05-09 08:39:00 |
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| Entry tags: | childhood, event, lunch, mda |
My first MDA event
As I said in my last post, I went to my first local MDA event yesterday. It was in many ways a bizarre event for me personally, though all in all not a bad experience by a long ways. It was a fundraiser for the local MDA called "Locked Up" where volunteers are put in a mock jail and people take pictures of them, and people coming through the event pledge money to "bail them out" at whatever level the volunteer decides to set their bail. It was a clever idea, and made for cute pictures and what seemed to be a good time for the volunteers. The volunteers also seem to be treated very well, getting free lunch and lots of other swag for their troubles. There was an amazing amount of volunteers and people attending such a local event. It must've taken up almost half of the restaurant. My PCA and I were treated in a friendly manner, and some of the people even assumed that I was a volunteer and not a "client". It probably helped that my PCA that day was a friendly, outgoing person as I tend to not be in crowds of people, but I actually ended up talking to a mother of a 10-year-old with Duchenne's muscular dystrophy. She thought that I was much younger than I was (I admittedly have a baby face) and was shocked when I told her that I was married, but I didn't feel disrespected or dehumanized in any way.
Mostly what I struggled with when I was sitting there surrounded by all of the MDA literature was feeling conflicted and confused. I was flooded at times with feelings that seem petulant now when I was looking at the pictures of children at the MDA summer camps. I felt bitter for never having a community of people that I could relate to that way when I was a child. Having been undiagnosed my whole childhood meant that I could never be involved with summer camps without my family around because I couldn't take care of myself independently, but could never be involved in special needs summer camps or other such events because I didn't have a label put on my disability that most of those organizations required. Frequently I was the only person in a wheelchair at any school I ever went to. That was, at times, an extremely lonely place to be. What I felt growing up at most times was completely invisible. Like I was just a consciousness floating around that nobody ever knew was there.
Another thing that I struggled with was that they mentioned the telethon on literally every piece of literature on the table. I know that the telethon makes the MDA an enormous amount of money that they actually do very good things with, so I am not surprised that to them it is a very good thing. But the damage done by how people with disabilities are portrayed on the telethon is something that I have experienced myself. Depending on people pitying people with disabilities in order to raise money is very sad. I know that it works and that it does good things in the end, but the damage it does to public perception of our community is horrific. Seeing that mentioned on every piece of literature was a slight slap in the face every time. That is something that I will need to come to terms with if I intend to attend further events, which I likely will. I will likely not bring up my feelings to others there unless the topic is already brought up or if I am asked directly, but it is something that I have to keep in mind.