Who are these descriptions for? A rant on internet image descriptions (endorsed by a blind person)
There is a new accommodation popular on the internet– image descriptions. Nancy and I were talking about it last night, because she has her cell phone now and is receiving email and interacting with the web it new ways.
She asked a question that has bothered me about these descriptions since I first encountered them– who benefits from them? Depending how the description is written, it doesn’t help and if the text near the image is well written (in an email, newsletter or blog) a description should be in the text. (But I’m also trained by my experiences with Nancy.)
If I described a selfie of me as a woman about 5′ 4″, brown eyes, glasses and brown hair in a floral dress many of those details mean nothing to a blind person. Details that matter would be I have wild curly hair that flows past my shoulders, I have uneven fingernails but smooth skin, and a long sundress with ruffles and a kick pleat on both sides. And when I walk, my gait has a scuffle to it due to my cerebral palsy.
See the difference? Pun intended.
Most of the images I see described feel like they were written for someone who had seen at one point. A congenitally blind person does not attach meaning to colors or conjure the same connection to concepts like “sky” that a sighted person does. Just like when I interact with darkness, while I use techniques Nan taught me as to not harm myself, my concept of that condition and hers are different. When the electricity goes out at night, nothing changes in Nan’s world except the television won’t work.
I feel like too many attempts to acknowledge and address the needs of the disabled focus on the experience and needs of the able-bodied who become disabled which are often different from the needs of the congenitally disabled, even if the impairment is the same. In my experience, the able-bodied community wants to fix disability and would rather see the disabled person function in the same manner as the “normal way” rather than adjust their expectations and methodology to accept a method easier on the person with the disability.
Again, in my experience, people with disability learn the “right way” and must struggle with the “right way” and even accommodations can focus on allowing the person to perform the task the “right way,” until the disabled person, a clever occupational therapist, or empathetic mentor finally discover an alternative method that might not look like the right way at all.
And sometimes that makes the able-bodied community uncomfortable. Consider the brouhaha one can often encounter when dealing with handicapped parking spaces and who deserves them and the “rules” regarding having a service dog in public.
And on top of all this, we have the able-bodied community who experiences temporary disability or permanent disability. When these people can’t go of their “right way,” that is when we start to see efforts to make the disabled experience feel more like the able-bodied one. It’s actually person who went blind at 30 or the person slowly experiencing vision loss who wants to hear about the color of my hair.
And those seem to be the type of accommodations that “catch on” and “stick.” Because it’s an activity easier for the person extending the gesture. The sighted person writing the description looks at themselves as if looking in the mirror instead of imagining how someone might find him in a dark cave. And the answer is not “with a flashlight.”
In more personal news, thanks to the hard work of my chiropractor, Nicole Jensen, and my trainer at Apex, Andrew, my body might be overcoming its last episode. It’s annoying to think I must maintain three workouts a week to keep my body from seizing up and forgetting how muscles work.
Yesterday, I could feel my leg pulling and turning wooden as I like to say. I can only describe it as I can feel it pull away from my body. It no longer listens to my nervous system and it feels like I have to pick it up and drag it with me as if it were a prosthetic.
So, after Nicole got everything aligned Wednesday, and an upper body/core session with Andrew after chiropractic care, and some reflection Thursday from my new cardiologist, I walked to the gym Friday. We did legs and some barbell squats. And some planks. I haven’t done planks in ages. Held steady for a minute.
Andrew asked me functional questions about what my legs were doing and I had to remind him, “I can only tell you what it feels like, I really on your observation to tell me what’s actually happening.”
Because with cerebral palsy, my muscles rely on repetition and routine to remember how to function. As I understand it, my brain’s instructions just don’t make it there. So my lower limbs just do what they want, until I consciously connect them all and just like learning to fold clothes into perfect little 9×9 squares as I do at Stitch Fix– it only works when the action is embedded into muscle memory and the thousand steps it takes to execute just happen without thought. THAT is what I am hoping to achieve. But as I learn what to correct and how, someone (and that’s Andrew) needs to observe me to make sure I don’t miss anything.
Just some Saturday musings.
