Checked in at Pike Park and met up with folks for the #OccupyDallas march on the Fed at 10. Signed up with the transport committee in case I can help with that, and headed out to blog. I am at the nearest Starbucks (the Crescent – totally the ritzy-est (pun intended) Starbucks ever- to blog from their wifi.

It was looking like it was getting pretty busy as I left around 8:40. There was a fair amount of police presence- they were just rolling out from their staging area on the north side of Harry Hines when I left.

(In other news, god, I miss my iPhone. The camera in my Galaxy is better, but that unfortunately has required a learning curve that resulted in me deleting all the pictures I took this morning, so you guys get a boring text post.Guys, if you have photos, send ’em to me -and I’ll post ’em.

-Cait

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don’t cross the streams!

I said I wasn’t going to cross my blog topics over, but well.. yeah.

Like I’ve said in the occupydallas tinychat, I’m disabled and have, in the past, used a service dog to mitigate my disability. Kaylee, my service dog, passed away in January after a brief but hard-fought battle against cancer, and while I’m not quite housebound, busy places with lots of crowds have become very nearly unmanageable for me since then unless I’m with people I know- and preferably a dog or two, even if they’re only a pet.

So my help is going to have to be off-site, someplace quiet. I’m hoping to help some with transportation, maybe, and blogging or doing media/social media work, especially now that I’ve got the tethering set up on the new phone and a good long life on my netbook battery.

Why “Standing Up For Myself?”

Why? I can stand. My mobility limitations are all related for pain and fatigue. I can stand- if not for as long as people think I “should’ be able to. It’s meant to be ironic.

For most people, disability refers to people in wheelchairs, people with Downs or mental retardation. It occurs to veterans with battle injuries, amuptees, Jerry Lee multiple dystrophy kids.

My experience with disability is different. I didn’t identify as disabled for almost 5 years after being granted SSDI and the LEGAL status as disabled. My mental illness and Asperger’s were always things I could overcome ‘if I worked hard enough’, if I ‘arranged my life right’, if I ‘could get out of X’s control’. And it’s not. It’s honestly a disability, and it’s not going to stop being such. My anxiety does not go away simply because I ‘should know’ that things are okay.

My family is not supportive of my identifying as disabled. The stereotype of ‘grateful incompetant’ makes me incredibly angry, but as part of my ASD, communicating this effectively is difficult.

I want to do a better job for standing up for myself and for my ethics with my family, friends, co-workers, and people in my life.