A Personality Puzzle

I’m still reading through the blogs on disablism – there have been some amazing posts and great blogs. I’m determined to read all of them, but that list expands by the minute! I have to get some sleep now, but I will continue tomorrow, and check to see I didn’t miss any new ones.

Meanwhile, I’ve had a thought about something.

Over a year ago, the BBC carried out a personality survey of the UK population. If I remember right, they discovered that the biggest personality type among those who answered the survey were ‘realists’. Did anybody else see this? My sister did the online survey and was counted amongst the realists. (She’s like Norb from The Angry Beavers – clear-sighted and efficient).

My personality type was Idealist. (“Aw nuts!” as Dag would say).

I got Mum to do the test as well. She’s not so confident with the computer so I called up the site and waited while she answered the questions. She was pegged as an idealist as well.

I said “you didn’t answer all the questions exactly the way I did.”
“Oh,” she said. “Was it the bit about interacting with others you answered differently?”

Yes – I was a little stumped how to answer them. There was the one about how much we talk when we are out with friends. There’s a difference between how much I (with my hearing loss) would like to join in, and how much I’m actually able to. So how do you answer it? A bit of a poser, until you remember that the quiz is about personality, not abilities.

That said, I can’t remember now what answer I gave. It just amused me at the time that in spite of the Disability Discrimination Act (DDA), which was being talked about a lot just then, this nationwide personality test was a little wide of the mark.

Well, it’s easy to pick holes. I imagine it would be challenging (but not impossible?) to write a test that took account of such… er… anomalies. I can’t remember it in any great detail so maybe the test was OK – particularly if those completing it were keeping in mind that it was all about personality and not ability.

I mean, if I go out with friends and feel like getting involved, but they’re talking so hard that I can’t get a word in edgeways… does my silence (and unwillingness to bring them up short, something that’s usually counter-productive) still count as being my personality? After all, it’s how I behave in reality. That’s part of my personality, isn’t it? Is it? Now I’m stumped!

Never mind – it was just a quiz. And I’m still an idealist.

Good night to all!

D I S A B L I S M

I’m not usually stuck for words.

Normally I’m overflowing with observations, discoveries and commentary. There’s something discouraging about the word ‘disablism’ – something slippery and out of reach. It’s as though I don’t have access to it even as a word. In my mind’s eye it has a pale green glass surface and hovers coldly above me.

It can’t possibly have anything to do with me – it’s such a stark and unforgiving word, and I’m only me – daughter, sister, friend, neighbour. A real person with two cats and a mortgage.

I used to be 4, sitting on a boat in the sun. I drew pictures of fish, houses and trees, and played with Matchbox cars and Lego. When I was 6, I was in the Brownies – my favourite game was ‘Traffic Lights’. When I was 8 I had a tortoiseshell kitten called Bluebell. When I was 15 or 16, my favourite pop groups were UB40 and OMD. In High School I was top of my class in English – people raised their eyebrows and told me deaf people were usually better at Maths. That didn’t make sense to me and still doesn’t. I scored an A in Higher Latin – the class only had four pupils and we got on really well with the teacher.

After leaving school I attended university and landed a Joint Honours degree, yet somehow I’ve been out of steady work for nearly 8 years. I’m only called for interview if I don’t let on that I have a profound hearing loss. It’s funny how quick they call me – suddenly I sound employable!

On one occasion they lacked caution and told me I couldn’t have the job (working with computer files) because I was unable to answer the phone – even though this wasn’t mentioned in the advertisement. I thought it was only about data input and filing, which would have been fine for me, if rather dull.

My sister tried for a job where she was told (at interview) that people were rotating the tasks. This meant she would occasionally end up manning the desk and dealing with the public. This was not what she applied to do, and she wouldn’t have managed it as well as the others. So no job for her.

I was not taught sign language as a child and would probably be described as oral deaf, but that does not mean I find conversation easy – rather the reverse. Over the years I received negative vibes (from outside the family) about writing notes or using simple body language if communication became difficult. I eventually lost my courage, and mostly I don’t expect it from anybody now. I let them talk, and move on.

About ten years ago I developed agoraphobia, which I suspect was caused by communication difficulties and stress. I learned how to handle it, but it adds to the difficulty of obtaining work. Every time my sister shows me a job advertisement, it says “you must be bright, breezy and confident.”
“That rules me out, then,” I say. “I can’t possibly apply for that!”
“It’s just employer burblespeak,” says E, prosaically.

Maybe, but for a long time now I’ve been thinking there’s discrimination against introverts. Don’t get me started on that.

Sometimes I wonder which is really me – the person sitting quietly in a group situation, unable to join in properly and feeling a total prat, or the person full of talk (like here)? My own frustration and dismay tells me the answer to that. Like it or not, disablism does concern me. Much of it subtle and unintended, everyday stuff, shrug-off and get-on-with-your-life stuff – but it affects, shapes and restricts me all the same.

There are over 100 blogs and podcasts dealing with this difficult subject today – to find the others, visit Diary of a Goldfish. Her own piece is excellent.