Blogging for access: awareness is the first step

My friend and fellow writer Lana Nieves invited me to participate in the Blogging for Access day. Lana is part of the Independent Living Resource Center in San Francisco, an organization that works to advocate for people with disabilities. 

Today’s focus is on access for disabled people…..and my admission that, like many people, it’s a concept I hadn’t thought much about. 

Admit it – when you enter or leave a building, do you take a close look at the entry or exit doors? The door handles? Have you taken a good, long look at your office? The restrooms in the building? The pathway to your car or bike? What about the mass transit bus that stops right outside your door? The seats at the ball field?

Of course not. We take the infrastructure we live in, the conveniences we use, for granted. They are made for us, after all.

Most of us.

For people who are differently abled, who are living with a disability, there’s no taking those items for granted. Pathways must be planned. Complications must be considered.

I don’t think I’m a heartless guy, but I admit: I really hadn’t thought about this fact much before. I have long been aware of the American with Disabilities Act, and understand why it’s important. And certainly, there have been many improvements in providing access for people with disabilities. More accessible sidewalks, offices, and restrooms. More accessible, interactive public transit.

I remembered being a student at Edinboro University of Pennsylvania, a school that has one of the leading programs in the country for students with disabilities. Edinboro had a great approach even those many years ago when I was an undergrad. There was no separate program for disabled students (as some institutions had) and students lived in the mainstream world. I had several friends and classmates who were wheelchair users. They lived in the same dorms (albeit on specially designated floors designed for their needs). We ate the same lunch, attended the same parties and suffered through the same hangovers!

In the years since, however, I have to admit I just hadn’t thought much about access.

But it’s been on my mind in recent months. Someone in my family had a stroke in the last few years, and it was an eye opening experience to hear about his access issues. Having ADA access in public buildings is one thing, but how do you mandate ADA access for homes? It’s a challenge where you have no wheelchair ramp to get inside, and a difficult to access bathroom. Talk about taking things for granted!

I recently spent several weeks traveling, and on several occasions stayed in an ADA designated room. Sometimes the differences were noticeable. I heard the hotel guests next door complaining about their ADA room, and how the light switches were all out of reach, how oddly shaped the shower was, and how low the dressers were.

I thought: You’re lucky. You can go home and have regular access, and never have to think about this again. 

I respect the ILRC and the work they’re doing. We need to advocate for access for our disabled brothers and sisters, and continue to improve awareness, access and design. ADA compliance shouldn’t be a special fact needing an asterisk. It should be second nature.

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One comment

  1. I can certainly relate, Patrick: before I started working at ILRCSF in 2006, I’d never even heard of the ADA. I’m ashamed to admit that I had no idea there even WAS a disability rights movement! Once i found out about it, though, I became really interested. My mother had multiple disabilities. She was lucky – she wasn’t poor, and she had good insurance. It was actually possible to make her home accessible, to buy items that made it easier for her to get around, get in and out of the car, etc. Even so, it was thanks to my exposure to the ADA at ILRCSF that I knew they couldn’t force my mother into a nursing home. When the time came, I was able to advocate for her. When I took my mother on her last, little vacation, I knew to arrange for an ADA-compliant room and, when the room turned out to be less than accessible, I knew to call it to the attention of the manager. My mom is gone, now, but these experiences have stayed with me. I won’t take access for granted, again.

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