Lately it seems that newer and shinier things are less accessible to me than their older counterparts. There are limits, of course. Computers are more accessible than manual typewriters or fountain pens. My dishwasher is more accessible than a stream and a rock and soaproot. But I'm thinking about things that I used to be able to use and now ( Read more... )

I’ve loved spreadsheets for nearly 30 years. We got our first computer in 1986, when I was nine. It had a monochrome monitor for word processing and spreadsheets, and a color monitor for games and painting programs. It also had 2 floppy disk drives (one for the program disk, one for the data disk) and a dot matrix printer. Word processing was ( Read more... )

It had the makings of a horrible day. There I was in an unfamiliar city. The week before, I had flown to visit my family for Thanksgiving. The week before that, I had flown to an only slightly familiar city for a job interview. In between these travels I had been seeing patients ( Read more... )

While some of the following is written in dance jargon and will be incomprehensible to non-folk Dancers, some of it is just plain wordplay that should be comprehensible to most wordplayers. Suffice to say, we had a time in dance this week ( Read more... )

In my ideal world, disability accommodations would be very uncommon. Note that this is not because disability itself would be uncommon. Rather, it would be due to a much more universally designed society, in terms of built environment, attitudes and policies ( Read more... )

I have reached the limits of empathy and theory of mind. I cannot put myself into these persons’ shoes, or brains. I’ve been trying. Pretty hard. It does not compute ( Read more... )

Also sparked by the Pajama Game ( Read more... )

I saw The Pajama Game this summer for the first time. Previously I had known three songs from the show, Hey There (You with the stars in your eyes) and Hernado’s Hideaway, from the radio, and 7 1/2 Cents, which I remembered from some PBS variety show special years ago. Possibly Junior High School years ago. 20+ years, easily. In the song, the ( Read more... )

About halfway through my second year of fellowship, in the middle of a series of disagreeing e-mails between me and one of my attendings, I realized the crux of the problem ( Read more... )

I’m not actually sure they’re considered competing access needs when they all occur in one person. But anyway. Go ahead and count the myriad conditions, diagnoses and disabilities as I explain the how come my poor sense of direction led to my arm being sore.

I finally mustered enough executive function to get my overdue diabetic eye exam and ( Read more... )