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Throughout history, in most places of the world, disabled people have been the objects of medical professionals, e.g. doctors, psychologists and physiotherapists. Our bodies (including the mind …. because the mind is a part of the body … I know, it’s shocking!) have been observed, ‘fixed’, aborted, killed, operated on and so forth, mostly for… Continue reading Disabled bodies: the objects of medical professionals … when of interest and personal gain?
I tried not to think about it much what would happen if you became president of the United States. Because I became to afraid for people I care about in your country and minorities that you have shown amounts of hate that I wasn’t sure did exist in a developed country – like yours. But… Continue reading A letter to Donald Trump (that he will never read and it doesn’t matter)
Ég hugsaði með mér í morgun; ,,Freyja, þú tjáir þig ekki um þetta. Ekki alltaf vera þessi (baráttu)gleði spillir. Ekki vera slæmur femínisti.” Í allan dag er ég búin að feika fram brosið og reyna að vera til friðs á meðan inn í mér ólgar eitthvað sem ég veit að verður að komast út. Annars… Continue reading Frelsið mitt er frelsið þitt: hugleiðing á Kvennafrídaginn
Þegar ég var barn var ég með fordóma fyrir fötluðum krökkum. Sérstaklega krökkum með þroskahömlun. Ég vissi vel að við áttum öll eitthvað sameiginlegt, aðallega af því að fólk talaði við okkur í sömu asnalegu tóntegundinni, okkur var strítt með svipuðum hætti, ferðuðumst með sömu leigubílunum og vorum, t.d. oft aðgreind í tíma og ótíma… Continue reading Innbyrðing kúgunar og tvíeggja sverð: hugleiðingar um margþætta mismunun og Samtökin ’78
I am tired of often needing to value other people’s needs more than my own. I am tired of being anxious about small events because of the fear of being marginalized and silenced. I am tired of people over and over again assuming my opinions on sexism and ableism are just an emotional reaction instead… Continue reading 22 random things that make me tired as a disabled woman
I don’t like the word disease. But that’s the label the doctors gave me when I was born. They say it is a serious and rare disease – brittle bones disease. I have never felt sick even though my bones break easily and my body is shaped rarely. It has always just been my way… Continue reading A rare way of being
I have for a long time wanted to write about the love I have for my wheelchair. And I think now it’s time. Mainly because most (nondisabled) people have decided it is dreadful having one. They look at it with pity and resentment, terror and confusion. They see it as something that must make my… Continue reading I love my wheelchair, Kylie Jenner