I’m working with my Hiring Geeks That Fit book get-it-to-print designer, Heidi. She has made the book look wonderful in print, turned the front cover into a spine and back cover, and advised me on many things. The book is at the indexer right now, and she is doing one final proof before we go to print. After all, you can never have too many edits.
One of the things I say in the book is to “not discriminate against the physically handicapped because of their disability.” Well, those words are not politically correct. I’m supposed to call physically handicapped people “disabled.”
I call myself handicapped. I am. I am not disabled. I work full time. I produce more output in terms of consulting, books, articles, than many other non-disabled/non-handicapped people. That’s because I have a system. It has nothing to do with my handicap.
I resent having to call myself disabled. Disabled is when you go on disability and can’t work. I have a handicap that affects how I walk (dizziness) and how I hear (can’t in my right ear). Okay, maybe I have two handicaps.
I am not disabled, except if you ask the politically correct word police. I have a handicapped placard for my car. I park in a handicapped spot. I don’t park in a disabled spot.
I’ll change the wording in the book, because I don’t want to offend the politically correct word police. But I won’t call myself disabled. I’m not. I’m handicapped.
Until my vertigo prevents me from working, I’m just handicapped. I’m not disabled. So there.
Let the flame wars begin.