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Written Story by Anonymous

In March of 2020, Covid19 descended in our community much like any other communities in  Oregon. The entire community went into lock down just like the whole State and Country did.  We entered into survivor mode in effort to combat and educate community members about this  terrible pandemic. This was not easy and it required cooperation of everyone. As a community  our first and primary duty was to assure that everyone is safe and protected. We followed every  single guideline as given without exception. We also resulted in using traditional healing  mechanism for preventing getting this terrible disease. One of the best way was to protect  ourselves from getting a cold which could result in possibly weakening the body and making it  susceptible to getting infected. So we consumed everything that will fortify our bodies ans  health. One of the simplest remedies used was to boil a combination of lemon, ginger, onion,  and garlic and then add a spoon of natural honey. This was the perfect combination to make the  body not susceptible to cold. This little an simple remedy worked like magic. We also formed an  alliance in our community towards protecting our community members. This was meant to  assure that everyone was healthy. We connect via frequent phone calls, via social media such  whatsapp very often if not daily. We did drive by to our community members that to assure  more visibility and assurance that everyone was doing well. It doesn’t mean that member did  not get sick, it simply means that we kept an open communication to assure that if a community  member was to get convid19, we will sick resources to assure that he or she is has all the care  they need. This was not a simple endeavor since there was still some stigma about covid19 as  some people thought they will be shined if it discovered that they have been infected by  Civid19. So we had to create a sense of community understanding that covid19 is a disease that  no one is immune. At any particular time anyone could unfortunately get it. The most important  this is that it matters to assure that anyone affected will get all care and help they needed to  make sure the come though victorious. As a community we launched a campaign designed to  informatio all community members on facts about covid19, and possible remedies including self  care. This became the most important mission of community elders to assure that our  community stays unified and in keeping everyone safe. This involved frequent phone calls,  frequent chats and once in while a get together in socially distanced way. All of these measures  were meant to stay connected and stay current by ensuring the well-being of community  members. One of the best weapon we realized was education. Education provided knowledge,  shared values, collaboration, and understanding that no one was alone. In this circumstances  assuring that every member was well and healthy was all we needed to accomplish our goal.  This is often a long term project for community well-being.

Written Story by Catherine

As an immune compromised disabled person, the possibility of getting COVID-19 was  terrifying. My partner is a mechanic and was considered to be an essential worker who could not  work from home, so knowing he was going in and out of other people’s vehicles everyday was  also very concerning for me throughout the process. Add to that the shortages of hand sanitizer,  antibacterial hand soap, and various cleaning products, I often worried he wasn’t able to sanitize  things well enough as he went in and out of stranger’s cars. I was constantly afraid he would get  COVID-19 and pass it to me, knowing that if I got it I could end up hospitalized or dead. I began  hearing stories about disabled folks in hospitals who were denied adequate medical care, and due  to lack of beds and ventilators they were being left in hallways to die, as medical staff were  making decisions about who lives and who dies. I was devastated to see how people with  disabilities were being treated like they were insignificant and didn’t deserve to live, and I feared  the worst could happen to me too.  

There has been such rampant misinformation in the past several years, it has really been  shocking to see how a public health crisis became such a politicized issue for so many people. It  brought out some of the most selfish behaviors in a lot of people, as if they were completely  oblivious to the fact that we live in a world where we should be helping support the most  vulnerable people, and instead were labeling the elderly and disabled people as being disposable.  It was appalling to witness so many anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers just not even care about how  their actions (or lack thereof) affect so many others. The fact that so many people were saying it  was their choice to not wear masks or not get vaccinated completely ignored how those choices  could affect the lives of others.  

Even now, I still have to deal with family members questioning my choice to wear masks and get  vaccinated, by telling me “don’t believe the covid hoax” or that I am just “giving into fear.” My  own mother came to visit me last year and I had insisted she needed to wear a mask on the plane  even though the mask requirement had been lifted. When she was here she made a comment  about people wearing masks in the airport and I said to her “but you were wearing a mask too,  right?” and she responded “no, why would I do that?” I reminded her she had promised me she  would and she just said “oops, I forgot.” She also questioned my insistence that she wear one in  the grocery store while she was visiting, to which I said “because I am immunocompromised”  and she responded, “yeah, but I’m not.” It’s been really heartbreaking at times to see so much  disregard for those of us at higher risk and to see so many people just not care or understand how  their choice to not wear masks can affect us.  

I’ve struggled to find ways to interact in person with others while not knowing who to believe  about how safe they actually are and trying to navigate risk factors on a continual basis. This was  already a concern of mine for years regarding the cold and flu, but COVID-19 just brought it to a  whole new level. After about a year of isolation where the only person I saw in person was my  partner who I live with, I tried to find the courage to safely meet up with friends again. I ended  up having multiple times where the friend I was supposed to meet with ended up canceling  because they contracted COVID-19. It left me feeling like there was no point in even trying  anymore and I just needed to stay inside my safe bubble.  

In addition to the isolation I was feeling from the pandemic, there were so many political and  social justice movements happening at once. I had family members and friends who were 

following QAnon and trying to push their beliefs on me, while I was just fighting to survive.  During the summer of 2020, Portland became an epicenter for white supremacists to gather  during the Black Lives Matter protests. We heard helicopters and gunshots on a nightly basis,  and I had numerous friends who were targeted by the Proud Boys due to their race. I even heard  air raid sirens in the middle of the night a few times after Trump sent in the National Guard to  take down the protestors. Then the Oregon wildfires in the summer of 2020 made it feel like I  was living a post-apocalyptic nightmare. I felt completely overwhelmed that there was so much  happening in the world out of my control. I hit a deep depression, consumed by my feelings of  helplessness.  

I found the best way to work through that pain was by throwing myself into pursuits of racial and  disability justice movements. I may not be able to safely endure the front lines at protests, but I  knew I could offer my skills in virtual spaces to help bring others together through these social  justice movements.  

In the late spring of 2020, I volunteered to help set up an online Facebook group to go along with  the Crip Camp Virtual experience (a 16 week seminar focused on Disability Justice). I thought  maybe a few dozen or so local Portlanders would be interested in joining a discussion group, but  before I knew it the space was shared with the organizers of the event and they began promoting  it as the community led FB group for people to join. Within a matter of weeks we had over 4,000  members from all over the world, and recruited an admin and moderator team of about 20  people. We then created 3 separate groups so that disabled folks could safely share their thoughts  and feelings with one another, allies could have their own space, and then our moderator team  had their own group to work through creating group rules together and also deal with  problematic issues as they came up.  

After Crip Camp Virtual finished, I was asked to step up as administrator for a Portland based  Disability Justice FB group, and by the following summer I applied to be on the board of a new  Disability Justice nonprofit. There I became the project manager of a virtual zoom space called  “Crip Create” that is rooted in the principles of Disability Justice. This space helps bring together  disabled folks from all over the world to be in community with one another for coworking, body  doubling, and socialization. It has been incredibly valuable to help those of us still living in  isolation to have a sense of comradery and validation for the experiences we have due to the  numerous oppressions we face as disabled and multiply marginalized individuals (the majority of  the people who come are also LGBTQIA+ and/or BIPOC). That space has been an actual life  saver for me and so many others, and I am so grateful that I have had the opportunity to help run  and organize that space for so long. 

I am beyond grateful for the opportunities that I have found to engage with my communities  virtually in pursuit of Disability Justice. I have found myself much busier and more fulfilled  being able to participate in so many amazing virtual events and give back to my community in  this way. While many able-bodied folks complained about how awful it was to be stuck at home  during the lockdowns, for me that was the life I had already known. I was tremendously grateful  to see so many spaces shift to allow for virtual participation and find new ways to engage with  the community. For me, that is a gift that I found through the pandemic. I hope that in the future organizers can continue to make events and community spaces more accessible to everyone by  also offering virtual opportunities for engagement.  

Witnessing the horrors of the pandemic was incredibly overwhelming and terrifying in numerous  ways. I struggled a lot with being frozen in fear and not knowing what I could do to help. In  contrast to my anger about all of the selfishness that many people were exhibiting, I found hope  in seeing all of the mutual aid happening around me, and I wondered how I (given my limited  resources and physical abilities) could give back too. I tried to move my way through the dread  and outrage by focusing on the love and generosity I saw. There was a lot of ugly but there was  also a lot of beauty. I took this opportunity as a call to action for me to put my organizational  skills to work, fighting against systemic injustice and oppression by creating a deeper connection  with my community and others.