See? When Meagan writes, I write…Well, sort of… Well, ok. Not really. I um, reblog. But you hear from me, at least, right? Well, ok, you still aren’t hearing from me. You’re hearing from Meagan. But but but…She writes so good…I mean well…Yeah. She writes well.
So have this, because believe me, it is a sentiment that I definitely share! Share as appropriate!
“So, you’re blind—I’m sorry! I mean…visually impaired—I mean…uh…I’m not sure of the…terminology…”
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life (and, yes, most of them were nice). Many of the labels people have placed on me because of my eyes are diplomatic but straightforward: visually impaired, low-vision, visually handicapped, physically handicapped, disabled, etc. These are all accurate, so I have no objection to them (though low-vision perpetuates the misconception that I see far better than I actually can). Of course, I’ve also been called—and heard others being called—more “politically sensitive” terms: differently abled (really?), differently seeing (uh, no…), special (gag me with a spoon, please), and handicapable (I wish I was kidding).
We are currently surrounded by an environment that demands political correctness and unbiased language. Normally, I’m one of the most enthusiastic supporters of bias-free language, because I understand the power of the words we use. Even…
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