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Aug. 15th, 2006 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethTodays dream was that I had a great big huge house, which was cool, until it got took over as a school for the blind. Well, kind of a school, but for all ages, who needed to learn about being blind and not walking into things. Which I guess was why they had stairs that sort of hung there in mid air, which otherwise would have been real unhelpful :eyeroll:
So I got kicked out of that big place, and ended up moving back in with my mother in Tiptree. We haven't lived there since I was little. Tiptree is where the jam comes from. I think thats about all I remember about Tiptree.
So, anyway, about half an hour of that and I was cracking up, so I said I was leaving. And my mother (who would usually be mum, but I had one of those dreams, so she'll be mother until I stop being annoyed about the dream), she wouldn't let me leave, so I had to point out how I was legally adult now and it was illegal to keep me there, so there was a whole argument.
And then she followed me and wouldn't go away.
blah. don't like that dreams.
So I went back in my old rooms in my old place, and the nice people at the blind school didn't mind at all, as long as I helped out. And they invited me to their disco, which was every weekend, and looked kind of like a convention disco except for some people had white canes instead of lightsabers.
I was going to show them my DVDs, but I had to find out which ones were audio described. Not so very many. I mean I notice when things aren't subtitled, but I can't even think which ones have that description track.
That would suck.
Also there were the worlds most unhelpful helpful people. They were in school blazers, all royal blue, so it was like they sent schoolkids to get everyone in bed. And those schoolkids were not going to take no thanks for an offer. Far as they were concerned, they were the boss of all these blind people, and those people had to follow the rules, and the rules was go to bed now. And you could say you weren't blind, but if you weren't, why be in a blind people place? They were far too canny to fall for that. Help you they would, like it or not.
:eyeroll: muchly.
Now I want to write about a blind Watcher.
I'm sure they could be very effective.
I just don't really know how to write that.
Actually, Xander is half blind by the end of canon.
Weird. I think of it kind of from the outside, like I remember he has the eyepatch and the one eye. But the B word feels weird, like I don't usually think of it that way.
Is kind of like, character with no legs doesn't bother me, until I try thinking my way into their head, like for writing. Then I start feeling very attached to my toes, and all those other bits.
Disability is like age, one of those categories where you move into and out of it. I mean, race is considered relatively stable for life, gender is considered stable for most people, those are things about 'who you are'. But age is always changing (like I have a birthday soon), and yet different ages are assigned different significance. So its possible to get old enough there gets to be some idea people won't listen any more? Weird.
But disability is like that, with the idea of a category of outsiders with a particular limited voice and people not listening, especially to 'no thanks'. And yet its a category you can join any time. Which is a kind of uncomfortable thought. Plus the purely practical stuff. Even though I get disability benefits already, acquiring new reasons would suck, so, uncomfortable thought.
I shouldn't try and have big thoughts when I've just woke up.
I set the alarm for 1350 so I could be awake and let the helpful cleaner person in. I hope it is Tuesday today or I'll be all grumpy about having woke up without needing to.
... I really need to pay more attention to calendars ...
So I got kicked out of that big place, and ended up moving back in with my mother in Tiptree. We haven't lived there since I was little. Tiptree is where the jam comes from. I think thats about all I remember about Tiptree.
So, anyway, about half an hour of that and I was cracking up, so I said I was leaving. And my mother (who would usually be mum, but I had one of those dreams, so she'll be mother until I stop being annoyed about the dream), she wouldn't let me leave, so I had to point out how I was legally adult now and it was illegal to keep me there, so there was a whole argument.
And then she followed me and wouldn't go away.
blah. don't like that dreams.
So I went back in my old rooms in my old place, and the nice people at the blind school didn't mind at all, as long as I helped out. And they invited me to their disco, which was every weekend, and looked kind of like a convention disco except for some people had white canes instead of lightsabers.
I was going to show them my DVDs, but I had to find out which ones were audio described. Not so very many. I mean I notice when things aren't subtitled, but I can't even think which ones have that description track.
That would suck.
Also there were the worlds most unhelpful helpful people. They were in school blazers, all royal blue, so it was like they sent schoolkids to get everyone in bed. And those schoolkids were not going to take no thanks for an offer. Far as they were concerned, they were the boss of all these blind people, and those people had to follow the rules, and the rules was go to bed now. And you could say you weren't blind, but if you weren't, why be in a blind people place? They were far too canny to fall for that. Help you they would, like it or not.
:eyeroll: muchly.
Now I want to write about a blind Watcher.
I'm sure they could be very effective.
I just don't really know how to write that.
Actually, Xander is half blind by the end of canon.
Weird. I think of it kind of from the outside, like I remember he has the eyepatch and the one eye. But the B word feels weird, like I don't usually think of it that way.
Is kind of like, character with no legs doesn't bother me, until I try thinking my way into their head, like for writing. Then I start feeling very attached to my toes, and all those other bits.
Disability is like age, one of those categories where you move into and out of it. I mean, race is considered relatively stable for life, gender is considered stable for most people, those are things about 'who you are'. But age is always changing (like I have a birthday soon), and yet different ages are assigned different significance. So its possible to get old enough there gets to be some idea people won't listen any more? Weird.
But disability is like that, with the idea of a category of outsiders with a particular limited voice and people not listening, especially to 'no thanks'. And yet its a category you can join any time. Which is a kind of uncomfortable thought. Plus the purely practical stuff. Even though I get disability benefits already, acquiring new reasons would suck, so, uncomfortable thought.
I shouldn't try and have big thoughts when I've just woke up.
I set the alarm for 1350 so I could be awake and let the helpful cleaner person in. I hope it is Tuesday today or I'll be all grumpy about having woke up without needing to.
... I really need to pay more attention to calendars ...