|
So, today is Blogging Against Disablism Day.
I hadn't decided whether I wanted to participate or not, but... this is kind of a problem. As are other things, and once I start ranting, I tend to go on for a bit.
Hoyden About Town is not a blog known for its fail status, but right now, for me, it kind of is. The summary:
Domestic violence commercial that is graphic and disturbing is banned from UK cinemas. In criticising this decision, Hoyden provides a link to the commercial in question - with trigger warnings.
To summarise what ensued:
Me: Uh, if it's potentially triggering for survivors of abuse, actually, I think it shouldn't be in cinemas. Because, surely, survivors of abuse should be able to go to the movies without having triggering content be part of the pre-movie commercials. I can judge my movie choices based on trigger risk. Commercials themselves should not be triggering.
OP: Well, you could just go in after the commercials, as the movie is starting.
Me: ...
My posted reply in comments may have substituted a fairly large amount of sarcasm for "..." because no really what the hell. Making it necessary for survivors of abuse to include awkward, socially-borderline-unacceptable, definitely-inconvenient-and-annoying requirements for going to the movies is not what I'd call a good solution, here. Entering the cinema while the house lights are up? Getting decent seats? Watching the previews?
NOT FOR YOU, YOU EMOTIONAL CRIPPLE! If you wanted to see previews, you should have known better than to be abused, shouldn't you? God, just suck it up and stop having post-traumatic stress disorder already, you whiner.
Not that I'm editorialising, but that is not cool.
Today's message about dealing with people with invisible disabilities amounts to this:
Putting the onus of avoiding further harm on the victim is wrong. Placing trigger-warning-worthy content in carelessly public places amounts to further victimisation. Denying victims of abuse the option of normal enjoyment of entertainment options is unfair and wrong.
Dear Mindy@Hoyden,
Helping? UR DOIN IT WRONG.
Kiss my PTSD-having abuse-survivor ass,
SamiCurrent Mood:  annoyed
|
|
I have had a stressful day.
Part of the stress I will write up later, if at all, but this bit was really annoying:
On my bus home from uni this afternoon, there was a creepy dude. Thirtysomething, tall, heavy, and weird. I sat down with my laptop in hand and started to open it (was finishing some work while on bus), and he started talking to it.
Him: Is that a laptop?
Me: Yes.
Him: What brand is it?
Me: Asus.
Him: Ass-us. Mm. *pause* Tasty.
At which point he gave me the creepiest look ever. In return, I gave him a sideways "okay, now go away, wackjob" look and returned to what I was doing. He laughed shrilly.
At this point I plugged in my canal phones and turned on the soothing sounds of Vera Lynn.
He continued to stare at me for the remainder of the (mercifully short) journey, while I continued to listen to Vera Lynn on my canalphones (which also function as earplugs, thus rendering me unable to hear his subsequent comments) and concentrate on my screen.
When we got to my stop, I checked to make sure he hadn't disembarked as well. If he had, I would have stayed in the nice, public place while I called Chas and told him a creep from the bus was freaking me out and could he please come meet me at the bus stop. As it was, he didn't, but I still waited until the bus was out of sight to start walking home, because I didn't like the idea of the creep even seeing what direction I went.
I just...
Why do I have to deal with this? Why does anyone? I'm not conventionally attractive, not even close, so I get it rarely, and it freaks me the hell out every time.
Today it was probably exacerbated by the vague trauma-recalling properties of being obliged to inform a doctor that yes, technically, I did have a record of having unsafe sex - when I was ten.
Fun times.Current Mood:  aggravated
|
|
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}