A BIT OF ARIEL'S MUSINGS ON OUR ATTIUDES TO DEATH, AND SIBLING LOVE
Writing about the euphemistic words that we use for death, and our reactions to it in my a previous post set me thinking, by extension, about the ways that we now name and describe our physical afflictions, and those of others. This little bit of musings came to mind. Because the notion of physical or mental disability obviously scrapes a raw nerve in a small minority of people, we are forced willy-nilly to adopt a whole new bizarre and patronising lexicography. Hence one is no longer “ dead ”,... Sign in to see full entry.