Grousing About the Mouse
by Scott Hardie on January 15, 2025

Kelly and I still have our annual passes to Disney World, but we've had more trouble going recently because of disabilities that slow us down. A friend suggested joining a busy Facebook group for Disney World fans like us who struggle with disabilities and share advice with each other.
I clicked the button to join, and up popped a 4-question form asking questions that are required for membership. I started typing a simple one-sentence answer to each, but cognitive impairment slows down the speed at which I think and the speed at which I type.
I was midway through the third question when I got a terse message from an admin that I had been barred from the group because I neglected to answer the questions. I checked the time; it had been two minutes since I clicked the join button.
At first I laughed it off. Come on, a group for people with disabilities that blocks membership to people who type slowly? That's funny.
But to be honest, the more I sat with it, the more I felt hurt. The world is not kind to people who struggle with simple tasks, especially invisibly. I expect corporations like Disney* to be cold and insensitive; they have corners to cut and shareholders to appease. But a group like this should be a safe and welcome haven, run by people who understand what it's like to struggle. But apparently they don't.
I tried re-applying, but it still says I'm barred. I tried contacting the admins with an explanation, but have been ignored. Apparently the decision is final.
That was a kick in the feels that I didn't need.
*I have all kinds of other complaints about Disney, but to be fair to them, they're actually very accommodating to people with disabilities, far more than I would expect. The parks have been made accessible in nearly every conceivable way, and they have published thorough trip-planning information online for people with special needs. Kelly and I wouldn't be able to go if they hadn't.
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