Slide and sign

Sign_language_park Tess "graduated" from Pre-K today. She’ll graduate from High School in the year 2021. I’ll be 90. Johnny Depp will be 86. And evidently the Democratic primaries will still be going on.

School ended FOR THE ENTIRE WHOLE SUMMER at noon today, followed by a picnic for all the families at a nearby park where the mothers (in particular) huddled in shared shock. "It’s not even June!" I heard several wail.

Now this is a park I can love. Take a gander at the American Sign Language alphabet on one of the big castle climbing extravaganzas. Tess made her way through the whole alphabet before dashing across the park to jump off the very top of a 12-story sliding board.

Mama, I’m just kidding. She’s fine. It was at the very most an 8-story sliding board.

If I’m a mother with a Deaf child, I’ve gotta be thrilled at this park for including my often-excluded child. If I’m a Deaf child, I’ve gotta feel so valued and "seen" at this park.  If I’m a mother without a Deaf child, I’ve gotta be thrilled at this park for introducing my child to a whole new world. If I’m a child who is not hearing impaired, I’ve gotta be wildly curious at this park. That pretty much covers all the bases, so why don’t all parks incorporate these kinds of designs?

Those of us in the dominant culture don’t–and perhaps can’t–realize just how much we ignore the needs and desires (and just sheer recognition of the shared humanity) of those who have physical or mental disabilities (or, in fact, how much we discount those different in any way from the dominant culture). We must enlist non-dominant culture "informants" to get beyond our own "blind spots." So very few of us do.

A decade ago, Mr Brilliant and I took it upon ourselves to get the U.S. Treasury to change the paper currency to make it usable by the over 10 million people in the U.S. who are blind. How hard could it be? Raised dots, different sizes, or foil areas on paper. We mocked up samples. Stop reading this right now and take a wad of bills out of your wallet. You can see how effective we were. The U.S. is one of the only countries in the world that has bills all the same size and color, making it nearly impossible for people who are sight-impaired to tell them apart.

Likely, changing paper money to allow for tactile identification would be useful for other people as well, not just those with sight impairments, just as curb cuts were designed for people with mobility impairments, but are overwhelmingly used by others: parents with strollers, elders with walkers, delivery Sign_language_park2_2 folk with heavy handcarts, and so forth. Sometimes, signage or other changes aren’t even used by the people for whom they are intended, but–rather–serve as a wake-up call to dominant culture people that other realities exist.

I own a TDD machine, not because I have a lot of Deaf friends or clients, but because I might more likely have more Deaf friends or clients if I have some way to communicate with them.

Why not hire sign language interpreters for your next workshop or speech, whether or not you know if someone who is hearing impaired will be there?

I hired Spanish language interpreters for my former employer’s conferences, not because I knew there would be Spanish-speakers in the audience, but because I knew for sure there would be none without it. It was also important for our domestic U.S. members to recognize that there are other languages besides English, often not a strong point for U.S. Americans. (Is there an emoticon to denote understatement? ;-))

While Mr Brilliant and I made no inroads into the issue of paper money at that time, I’m heartened a decade later by a recent ruling that U.S. paper money discriminates against people who are blind or sight-impaired. I hope you’ll see changes in your wallet. Where "see" means "feel," for some.

37days Do it Now Challenge

Sign_language_park3 Slide and sign. Where "slide" is "play" or "work" or "live" and "sign" is allow for the very possibility that there are people who have different needs, different desires, different ways of being and communicating in the world–ways that are as rich, as textured, as playful and full and important, as your own. Play with difference, rather than avoid it. Go to the park with it. Slide with it.

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About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

7 comments to " Slide and sign "
  • Beck

    Thank you, thank you, thank you for this! As a former special ed. teacher I can’t tell you how often I’ve noticed how people with disabilities are overlooked. Also, I worked in a very multicultural neighborhood (Falls Church since you’re familiar with the area) and I always used a Spanish interpretor for every meeting I had.

    While we’re at it, why don’t we take a class in another language? That way people (who very obviously don’t have friends from other cultures) can recognize it’s NOT easy to just pick up a new language and maybe they will stop moaning and complaining about people who come here who don’t speak English.

    But, here’s a link to a great park that is made for ALL children:
    http://www.fairfaxcounty.gov/parks/clemyjontri/

    Maddy loves it there.

  • My mother is legally blind, so I know about the paper money situation very well. Imagine how trusting one has to be (she lives alone, but is always accompanied on errands) to rely on someone else to tell you what denomination you’re pulling out of your wallet. Thanks for this.

  • Virginia W. Pence

    Have you noticed the touch pads that are located next to most elevators? The assumption seems to be that if you are sight impared, you are standing and will reach out at eye level to find information about your location. Has no one considered that people in wheelchairs are unable to reach the signs that exist above their heads?

  • What a great addition to a playground.

    There was an interesting short piece on npr on the story behind the paper money court ruling. It’s just over 3 minutes.
    http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=90645098

    I was particularly interested in the perspectives of some of the sight-impaired. It reminded me that no matter what choice we make, there may be unintended consequences coming from any direction.

  • amy s

    geeze patti, it is hard to move mountains AKA the bills that everybody can use (they want stimulus checks to be spent, hey?) i am not going there, right now.
    we need to celebrate diversity and other peoples challenges/disablities. and i mean it. i try to do this as much as possible. we had a very diverse wedding. straight wedding, gay peeps standing up with us on both sides. an interperter for my hearing impaired bud. dear bruce, who was in his wheelchair… has since passed. he loved loved loved, he was sunshine. he loved his cowboy boots. and i need to call his best friend sandy now that i think of it. anyway, like i said in another post… my brother who has downs syndrome was there in a tux.. an african american lovely lesbian wedding singer. and yours truly… 100lbs lighter, mary kay make up… big ass wedding dress shinning her bright star… just eating it up… looking great not even knowing i was about to break. and i mean break. after the honeymoon… i was working earning money and came home and told my husband, i just want to lay in the front yard… i don’t really care about anything anymore…ummmmm not good.
    fast forward 14 years of hanging with my homies at my mental health center… the medications causing problems, liver strain… massive weight gain, chronic physical problems and spirit breaking kind of stuff happening by other human beings… my fellows. well, my point is i am stigmatized alot, for being different. i am not a person with a visual impairement, not a person with a hearing impairment, not in a wheelchair. i have a mental illness that really adds to my unusual personality to begin with. so now, as i age… i go to several, well many times, miserable doctor appt, sometimes charm can help, sometimes hinder… flipping the bird, well not helpful for me in the long run. so i go in for a specific physical challenge (that may or may not include side effects etc) and the medical community i have experienced lately and alot over the years, think i am crazy, mental, manic, delusional, not a credible source of my own personal feedback, feelings, or wisdom. even today, after years of us folks breaking away from the “put’m away–lock the door, hide the key forever days….still tell me i am crazy or look at me like i am crazy, or whatever and send me to someone else. for three yrs of my LIFE recently, i was feeling like death..hospitalized locked up 3 times if i remember correctly, not including ER visits———- due to a thyroid “malfunction”…it wasn’t so much psychiatric… as it was the gland that controls, like everything in my body. it wasn’t working AT AlL. i was convulsing, blacking out, acting like i needed help. i did need help. i was told by the psychiatric professionals that i was not to be “saved” and needed to help myself. OK. glad i am not YOU GUYS, with such a stereotype mindset and blaiming me for needing help. so eventually i got treated then. now i am having thryoid problems again….lately. wearing sunglasses, on muscle relaxers, my eyes roll back, hence the muscle relaxers… iam stiff as a board by 1pm, and so restless i can’t even sit in my own skin. so i go to this doctor, after my own blew me off, he says your “numbers” are fine and your symptomss are not “typical”…for someone with a non working thryoid. who the flying biscuit is “typical”… i was sitting on the examing table with ray ban sunglasses on thinking, oh my god thank you i am not typical… but how do i get this guy to help me, see me… not the mental illness. cuz i know it is my thryoid.. well charm or prayer… i don’t know… maybe the 1 carat dimoundique ring did it(adds to credibility sometimes, as does wearing a bra, socks etc etc oh and my level headed cutie husband…he i guess realized i am more complicated than the typical person. i still don’t buy in that anyone is typical. what an insult to humanity. well, maybe he learned a lesson as i did… and my dear husband who trys to finish my sentences, when the professionals say “finish your sentence” you are not making sense. see your psychiatrist. or it is all in your head. so it really isn’t just physical disablities or race, gender… the homeless the list goes on and on and on. i just share my tibit of what is “not typical”. not understood, recoginized, counted. sometimes i wonder if i gave up being “untypical” to have more acceptance, less pain, less jugdement from others, having it easier…. i think of it… i wouldn’t take it. i am not “typical” nor is anybody. even the girl in the huge wedding dress, looking perfect on her wedding day. i share this to open minds, including my own. i have room to grow, accept and advocate for diversity… including my own. amy s

  • That is so amazingly cool! Kids love this kind of stuff, don’t they, and it’s very beneficial for them to know.

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