Its funny that this was just posted, because I was just at my local grocery store. This store hires handicapped people to act as baggers - so I always make sure to spend an extra moment after checkout thanking them and just generally trying to expand the goodness in the world.
Funny enough, the bagger today had such a "handicap" as depicted here. He was super outgoing, with a real infectious sense of interaction. He said to me completely sincerely, "have you been keeping your energy up and yourself positive?!?" and I stammered a bit and said I was sure trying.
Then he said, "you know, each day I try to appreciate how beautiful the sun is, it really can help you keep your energy up! So keep yours up up up! That way you can Rock On!"
There's not much you can say to that but to give him a high-five.
Having said that, I was thinking on the walk to the car how often his parents must worry about him. Precisely because you could tell he was so outgoing he would've been open to any suggestion "want to take a ride? want to go see the lake? etc etc"
Nonetheless, it feels strange calling it a "handicap", he still bringing a smile to face just thinking about how generally excited he was.
This may not pertain directly to your story, but I feel the need to explain something, as a physically impaired individual.
We, as individuals , live with certain impairments.
These impairments only handicap us when we are put into a situation where our impairment serves to hinder us in some way.
A disability occurs when our handicaps , which were caused directly by our impairments serve to effectively eliminate an ability of ours within a given environment.
Please try your best to keep the wording straight, it can end up being contextually important.
An easy way to remember : A handicap is basically the same concept as it is applied to sports, negative points which serve to reduce the chances of conquering a goal.
As a handicapped individual, I hate all this stupid word play. I'm a cripple. Unless calling me something different is going to somehow make me run, climb, or dance again, then it really doesn't matter how you refer to me. Call me whatever you want, but don't refer to me by any of this flowery language, I find that far more offensive.
I'm the father of a child with autism and I agree with your sentiment. It's context and emphasis rather than just words that tell you whether someone is trying to be offensive. And trying to find offense where none is intended is asinine. On the other hand, being ignorant of the fact the some people find certain terms offensive is also fairly poor.
Most neurological conditions are far less clear cut than physical disabilities. At some point there's a very grey area between what constitutes a 'disorder' and what is deemed to be merely an aspect of one's personality. In the end, some imbalances of neurotransmitters or differences in brain development have DSM criteria and others are written off as individual quirks.
Obviously I respect that you'd like to be referred to matter-of-factly but 'disabled' or whatever is a wider demographic than just the wheelchair-bound.
The above two comments, taken together, indicate SO MUCH. For example, they show why feminism is so problematic:
Members of the same identified group do not by necessity agree on how they wish to be treated. There is no monolithic, "correct" feminism and there is no monolithic, "correct" "handicapped person."
Brilliant. Thank you for not just sitting there and keep quiet, tensenki. Good luck with your coding, etc.
From my observations, feminism seems to place the woman as "damaged" or "in a state of victimhood". That viewpoint seems.. wrong. Why would I see myself as lesser and try to lower others around me so I look better?
I'm not sure why. If he could perform a better job, he wouldn't have been a grocery store bagger. That he has found himself there strongly suggests that his "handicap" affects his life in such a way as we might expect.
He got downvoted for implying that only a mentally handicapped person would ever be a grocery store bagger. I used to work front line at Kroger over summer break, I know some pretty great people who still make a living that way, and I don't appreciate the insult.
Down's is already 'prevented' in many cases, as the statistics for abortion of Down's fetuses detected in utero show. Many with Down's can live rather full lives, as some have rather mild differences in mental state than neurotypical peers. Many participate in school without the need for extensive supports, and function in work situations. There is a bit of a range in the abilities of those with Down's.
Some people don't want to do "jobs" per se. I know I'm interested in development because it's something I like doing, and I have an unfortunate liking of expensive things. Some people are genuinely content with the company of other people, and only want to work so they can spend the rest of their time with other people, and making their days better. Would you say that someone who is a checkout operator in a store because they need money to be able to do the things that they want to do (go on holidays, or go to the beach with friends and family) has a handicap because they find themselves in what you consider a menial job? I certainly wouldn't. Sure there are a lot of people who would rather be making more money, but money isn't everything for some people.
Yea, I've seen guys literally work themself's to death. They finally get the wife, buy the always buoyed yacht;
and die at 55. The wife gets over the death pretty quickly
because she really never knew the work horse, with all the
brilliant ways to get ahead. "He was a hard worker, and had
so much ambition---too bad he passed." I guess there's a happy medium to work? I'm not sure what's considered menial
these days? I heard people on this site refer to Plumbers and Mechanics as examples of menial occupations, while I
bet most make more money than the average computer programmer. We are in another tech bubble. I saw this in
the nineties. Guy's who threw around the word menial, and
thought their cushy, exciting computer related job would
always be in demand. Well, the crash hit hard. They went
through their savings. Didn't take a menial job, and by the
time the industry started to bubble up again they were just
a little to old, or rusty. They never laughed about the
menial workers of the world again. The party was over. There were no more alcohol fueled pub crawls--debating nuances of programming languages. There life just stopped.
It's kind of sad this industry is so youth oriented, but
then again the barriers of entry to this field are not that
steep--look at Jennifer. She's a Coder!
> If he could perform a better job, he wouldn't have been a grocery store bagger.
Or maybe he's enough at peace with himself that he doesn't mind being a grocery store bagger.
It's kind of telling that we look at jobs that are basically fundamental to the smooth operation of society (maybe not baggers specifically, but certainly clerks and stockers in the same store) and assume that the people doing them must be miserable and pitiable. What does that say about us, that we see the foundation-stones of our system as pathetic losers?
When I retire at 45, I plan to work as a bagger at a whole foods, just for something interesting to do.
I got the idea from a bagger I met at my local whole foods. He was previously a developer and made a ton of money and retired early. So, he thought it was a fun gig.
Just something to think about next time you look down at the bagger. They may actually have more money in the bank than you. I know - the odds are low, but it just could be.
I have no idea why you're being downvoted. While it isn't my idea of an ideal retirement job, if that's what strikes your fancy then why is that a bad thing?
It's as if some people reject the possibility that one could be happy without a mansion with a 3-car garage stocked with Audis and BMWs and annual trips to the tropics on a personal yacht.
I think challenged may be a better description? What I appreciate about grocery stores hiring challenged workers to bag groceries is it makes me slow down.
On other occasions I might help bag them myself, but I completely change my demeanor when someone challenged is helping me and I do engage in conversation.
I also have a brother who is neurologically impaired.
I would think that's a really hard thing to pin down with numbers. I'm guessing if my wife of 17 years is any indication, it is rather difficult for people to get past a certain point because of the high energy and then anxiety that comes up. But there will always be a core group of friends that will stick through the ups and downs because of how empathic and caring the person is.
Funny enough, the bagger today had such a "handicap" as depicted here. He was super outgoing, with a real infectious sense of interaction. He said to me completely sincerely, "have you been keeping your energy up and yourself positive?!?" and I stammered a bit and said I was sure trying.
Then he said, "you know, each day I try to appreciate how beautiful the sun is, it really can help you keep your energy up! So keep yours up up up! That way you can Rock On!"
There's not much you can say to that but to give him a high-five.
Having said that, I was thinking on the walk to the car how often his parents must worry about him. Precisely because you could tell he was so outgoing he would've been open to any suggestion "want to take a ride? want to go see the lake? etc etc"
Nonetheless, it feels strange calling it a "handicap", he still bringing a smile to face just thinking about how generally excited he was.