Ableism

Seriously, what makes you think, you are normal?

Taos Pusong Pasasalamat Po!!!

To all the mothers who carried us in their tummies for about nine months; who love us no matter how we turned out to be; who are ready to sacrifice their lives for us, thanking you is not enough for the life that we have today.

For all the mothers who had gone by, I extend all the gratitudes and graces that you deserved by being good mothers when you were still with us.

To all the mothers in the world, Happy Mother’s Day!!! 

Are you neurotic or psychotic?

With all the craziness going on around these days, it has almost become an effort to stay sane. At work, there is an increase on the number of people requesting for mental health services. As I assess and evaluate their circumstances, I have come to realize that there is just a very thin line differentiating people we call “normal” from the people with mental health issues. If one would take time to read the DSM-IV TR, there is no doubt that you will see yourself in one of the diagnostic criteria.

Skin Deep II

language is one of the most direct expressions of the brain. it is so powerful that if one would examine his/her inventory of vocabularies that he/she uses, it defines who they really are.

A case of cultural incompetence

I was shopping for new appliances in one of the biggest stores in the nation when suddenly I was hounded by a bitch (a female saleswoman). While busy making up my mind which kind best fits my needs, I was bothered by a saleswoman with heavy eastern accent following me around like a hound dog. Despite verbally telling her, I was still making a decision, it seemed that she was not getting my message, “get off my back bitch.”

Finally, I made my decision after careful comparisons of the items I wanted. So, I informed her about my choices. She offered me with a card that offers discounts and other perks. As she was explaining all the details, she kept confirming to my brother about the decisions that I was making. I told her that I am interested to to sign up for the card. She then took the application form and turned to my brother and asked, “Are you gonna help him fillout that form.” I reacted with a little anger because I felt insulted. “I am capable to fillout the application form…for your information,” as I loooked at her straight in the eyes and told her with disgust.

In this age of advance technolgy and learning, there are still those who make assumptions about people with disability. The notion that if there is someone who has a visible disability, therefore he/she could not make his own decision, still pervades and continues to discriminate people with disabilities.

After learning about my credit record, this insensitive and culturally incompetent saleswoman had the nerve to offer more appliances to me. I smile at her and thought, “no thanks bitch.”