| Literature DB >> 36185499 |
Jonathan M Adler1, Robert B Manning2, Rachel Hennein3,4, Julia Winschel2, Alessandra Baldari5, Kathleen R Bogart6, Michelle R Nario-Redmond7, Joan M Ostrove8, Sarah R Lowe2, Katie Wang2.
Abstract
This study examines narrative identity among a large, diverse sample of people with disabilities (PWDs) in the United States during the "second wave" of the Covid-19 pandemic (October-December 2020). The study relied on abductive analyses, combining a purely inductive phase of inquiry followed by two rounds of investigation that filtered inductive insights through three theoretical lenses: social-ecological theory, the theory of narrative identity, and perspectives from the interdisciplinary field of disability studies. The central result was the identification of a particular configuration of self, one that was demonstrably interdependent with both immediate interpersonal contexts and with broader cultural contexts. This interdependent self was interpreted in both positive and negative ways by PWDs. These findings invite future inquiry into commonplace conceptualizations of an independent self at the center of personality research and suggest that dominant conceptualizations of "the good life" may overly emphasize independence.Entities:
Keywords: Disability; Interdependent self; Narrative identity; Social-ecological model
Year: 2022 PMID: 36185499 PMCID: PMC9514959 DOI: 10.1016/j.jrp.2022.104302
Source DB: PubMed Journal: J Res Pers ISSN: 0092-6566
Descriptive statistics of demographic variables.
| Demographic variable | % | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| 35.5 (13.0) | |||
| Cisgender woman | 188 | 57.7 | |
| Cisgender man | 94 | 28.8 | |
| Transgender man | 5 | 1.5 | |
| Transgender woman | 2 | 0.6 | |
| Gender queer, gender variant, or gender non-conforming | 32 | 9.8 | |
| Other | 5 | 1.5 | |
| White | 256 | 78.5 | |
| American Indian or Alaska Native | 14 | 4.3 | |
| Asian | 6 | 1.8 | |
| Black | 17 | 5.2 | |
| Native Hawaiian or Pacific Islander | 3 | 0.9 | |
| Multiracial | 23 | 7.1 | |
| Other | 6 | 1.8 | |
| Did not respond | 1 | 0.3 | |
| Hispanic or Latinx | 45 | 13.8 | |
| 19.3 (14.6) | |||
| Physical Disability | 166 | 27.6 | |
| Emotional or Behavioral Disorder | 119 | 19.8 | |
| Other Health Impairment | 96 | 15.9 | |
| Hearing Loss or Deafness | 47 | 7.8 | |
| Vision Loss or Blindness | 43 | 7.1 | |
| Learning Disability | 35 | 5.8 | |
| Intellectual Disability | 5 | 0.8 | |
| Autism | 38 | 6.3 | |
| Speech or Language Disability | 12 | 2.0 | |
| Other | 41 | 6.8 | |
| a = participants could select more than one disability type | |||
Socioecological mapping of narrative constructs.
| Socioecological level and construct | Example quote |
|---|---|
| Access | One of the high points of the pandemic for me has been the drastic and widespread acceptance of remote options for learning, working, and getting medical care. My low energy, fatigue, pain, immune deficiency, and other aspects of my chronic illness make it difficult for me to participate in many things in person. Having the opportunity to do these things remotely makes them much more accessible to me and saves me a lot of recovery time. I feel relieved that the remote options I’ve long been advocating for are finally available. Because of these changes, I feel my physical and mental health is better overall. |
| Achievement | I returned to my home in a rural Northern California town. We had to decide Immediately what to do with the annual conference in 3 weeks. We never considered canceling. We went all virtual in 3 weeks. Three of us worked continually and pulled off a live conference with 4 days of programming, and we smashed all records of numbers of attendees and all under budget. I believe that being a [professional organization focused on people with disabilities] we had both more experience with virtual meetings and more importantly, more open minds about a virtual platform and its accommodation solutions. I know of no other group who managed to turn any size conference virtual in 3 weeks, let alone for 400 people with many different disability access needs. We rocked it. |
| Advocacy | I live in low income housing due to poverty. When we moved here we were told it was a non-smoking complex, but the neighbors smoke and they had not stopped. Due to COVID, they were home all the time and kept smoking underneath my windows, which we had to open for heat reasons. I am *violently* allergic to cigarette/marijuana smoke and this made me very ill. Because of COVID, we could not leave the house (also because I have severe bursitis and Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and live in an upstairs apartment, so I could not manage the stairs anyway but even if I could get out, we'd have no place to safely go). For my health we had to escalate this situation to the corporate office, and now all the neighbors hate us, which is especially difficult during a pandemic when we're all trapped in the same building together. I don't know if there is any lesson in this, but it's the kind of problem I deal with all the time, as no one takes scent/smoke/etc. allergies seriously and they think I am just overreacting or trying to get attention. |
| COVID-19 fear | I had a personal care attendant quit because the pay is better in the facilities now and I am trying to find a replacement since I am paralyzed from the neck down and require assistance for everything. I'm forced to risk getting COVID from people I don't know when I have the final interview in person with them. Plus there are next to no people who are willing to work for someone new and the rate Medicaid will pay can't compete. I keep arranging interviews, both in person and on zoom only to have people either cancel or not show up at all. I'm risking my life either way. I can't survive without help from others but those people may also end up killing me by bringing COVID into my home. I am in the high-risk category since I can't even cough without someone helping me. Any sickness that affects the lungs can kill me never mind one that is as aggressive as COVID. If I can't find the help I will end up in a facility and people are dying there faster than in the community. It's nerve-wracking and terrifying! |
| Hobbies | My fiancé and I have been trying to learn yoga to help with my pain and mobility (and anxiety to some extent). It was late at night in September, and I wanted to just go to bed, but that would have broken a promise. So, exhausted, we pulled out the mats and got to work. I improvised a pose I saw in an ad online somewhere (I don’t know what the pose was called) where you lay back on a bolster and spread your arms out—in my exhausted half-asleep state, I think my body was finally able to relax enough into a pose for it to be useful. I think I stayed there for 30 min, totally blissed out that my body was actually responding positively to something for once. We didn’t speak, but we were both so aware of how useful the session was for both of us—it was a beautiful moment both physically and emotionally. |
| Individual health | The scene that stands out to me was going to the eye doctor. I had to get a new prescription for my contacts and glasses. I had to wear a mask the whole time, and every-one else was, too, which made it hard for me to hear and lip-read. This in turn made my already high blood pressure spike, which triggered my anxiety, which caused a loop. I felt like I was unable to stim, which sometimes calms me down as an autistic person, because I didn't want to be judged by the staff. Because my blood pressure and pulse were so high, they couldn't dilate my eyes and I had to make another appointment to come back later. I made sure to bring my partner with me so they could help me understand things better. That was the first time I had to bring someone to the doctor to help me out and it definitely highlighted my disabled identity. |
| Loss | A low point was when my cousin, with whom I was close, died unexpectedly a few months ago at the age of 50. He had cancer, but seemed to be doing very well with his treatments so this came as a shock to all of us. What made this particularly bad was that I and many of my other family members were unable to travel to the memorial service/funeral because of COVID risks. I was thinking about how he was someone who always “showed up” - all of my big life moments, like my graduations, my wedding, and was so supportive to me and my dad when my/our grandma passed away 5 years ago. He was such a wonderful dad and husband and friend. But I couldn't be there for him and his family. I suppose I was feeling guilty about that in addition to feeling heartbroken by the loss. |
| Preparedness | I am already used to staying home a lot due to having low energy and lots of pain. The skills and lessons I've learned about staying home, have been useful during the pandemic, and therefore I feel that I've been coping with quarantine better than other people have. Seeing someone complain on Facebook about not being able to go to an event, makes me feel like a professional observing an amateur: there are many events I can't go to, because of fatigue and pain, and I've gotten used to it. I'm an expert. |
| Ableism | I was criticized by a coworker after expressing my disappointment that he had failed for the 9th time to properly provide my required workplace accommodation. He not only blamed me for his mistake(s), but also accused me of failing to properly educate my coworkers on providing the accommodation. |
| Advocacy | I have attended several job-related trainings related to virtual facilitation and teaching. Since I am disabled, I have pre-pandemic skills in these areas. I have also, at times, requested accommodations related to virtual/remote participation and/or work due to my disability. In these job-related trainings, I was able to demonstrate my pre-existing skills and explicitly remind my co-workers that disabled people have been experts about these things for a long time. I also used these trainings as moments to advocate for the continued common use of virtual/remote participation for employees (and in my setting, students as well). I'm emphasized that this is not something that should disappear whenever we reach post-pandemic life. Disabled people aren't going anywhere and have so, so much to contribute across society. Let's keep the channels for these contributions wide open. I think this scene speaks to my passion for advocacy and my desire to take opportunities to highlight where injustice has been perpetuated and how my workplace can do better in relationship to access, accommodations, and disability justice in the future. |
| Food | One high point was this summer, when my husband and I had great success in growing cherry tomatoes in our garden. We had much more than we could eat, so we started setting out little baskets of tomatoes for neighbors to take. They were very popular with folks around here, and it was nice to see them being used. People who often yell “thank you!” to us from the sidewalk although they couldn't tell if we were even home or around to hear. One neighbor left a handwritten note on our doorstep to thank us. It felt good to imagine food we had grown being used and appreciated in other homes and families all around us. I think it helped to cultivate a sense of community among strangers. |
| Giving | I was able to make some masks for people who wouldn't have otherwise been able to get them. I put a health sciences degree into application that wasn't scaring people or parroting the insanity from the media, and combined it with my sewing skills to produce something for people who often got forgotten about. |
| Loss | My dog, Frayda, died in May. It's hard to pinpoint the moment, but one morning, probably in June or July, I realized that I had had an emotional support animal for ten years, and that I had just lost her in the middle of a global pandemic (and just a few days before George Floyd was murdered by the police). And that I had NEEDED her in a way I hadn't fully appreciated until she was gone. It was a devastating realization, but also a comforting one because it helped me understand why I was hurting so much. Her absence loomed so large in my life. I wound up writing a poem about how she got me through my toughest mornings -- and it was published in a literary magazine focusing on the intersection of disability studies and animal studies. Realizing what Frayda had really meant to me, and claiming our relationship (and memorializing her) publicly, felt like a sort of coming-out process and a way to honor her life and celebrate the incredible bond between non-human animals and their humans, especially disabled humans who benefit most from the support that only non-human animals can provide. |
| Racism | Because of my ethnicity, people started side-eyeing me whenever I sneezed or coughed (it was the start of Hay-fever season in Spring); if I were not Asian-American, this reaction would be likely nonexistent. |
| Social conflict | A difficult experience for me during the pandemic has been in seeing others choose not to listen to recommendations, even as COVID infections and deaths are rapidly increasing. For example, my sister drove to visit my grandparents for Thanksgiving. She hasn't quarantined ahead of time or been tested, and my grandpa is currently sick with Lyme disease. It makes me very angry that people are choosing to behave in risky ways, seemingly careless about whether relatives or friends might catch COVID and potentially die. After I heard she was doing this, I spent several hours fuming about it and complaining to a few people who I knew would listen to me. This is still bothering me, along with other similar actions by people I know. And it distracts me from focusing on work or relaxing, even though I know I can't control anyone else. |
| Social health/wellbeing | One of the lowest points was at the beginning. Its hard to pinpoint a specific moment, but in April and early May, I was having really vivid nightmares about the Coronavirus. Particularly, people I love getting it, or me giving it to them. I pictured ventilators and lots of coughing and would wake up terrified and overwhelmingly anxious. I was more scared than that I would die, but mostly afraid that my selfish actions (hugging someone for example) would be what led to them getting sick. |
| Social support | I joined a disability support group and connected with others who are also experiencing numerous challenges, yet collectively work together to address them through advocacy, education, and collaboration. |
| Vocation | I slipped at work and hurt myself. I was very embarrassed and in a lot of pain. I had to take time off of work, go to physical therapy, and apply for temporary disability. The process was very difficult and upsetting. Work was unsupportive and made matters more difficult for me. It felt like they were out to get me and were intentionally making my life harder than it needed to be even though what happened was not my fault |
| Ableism | One person told me that everybody needs to just contract COVID so we can have herd immunity and get past everything. When I mentioned that it would probably kill me, they just shrugged their shoulders and acted like it was a small price to pay, like my life is less valuable than theirs. It was an eye opening experience that confirmed what I already knew- able bodied people think that physically disabled people are seen as a burden to society, and nothing more. |
| Advocacy | When I gave a presentation to my organization on disability and disability justice and was dismissed by our human resources person because they did not feel like the presentation was appropriate to give to the entire staff. They thought that we should only be talking about race in our inclusion work, not disability or any other marginalized group. I felt like my lived experience and expertise was dismissed and that disabled voices were not welcome. And therefore I was not welcome. |
| Employment/Finances | I lost my job after asking for accommodations. I decided to start a private practice, as I am a physician. It was hard to set up in a pandemic but I did it: I have a clinic and I’m seeing patients. I specialize in psychosomatics. The high point was being able to ask a disability nonprofit to co-locate with me rent free so they can start up an independent living center. The board voted yes on this and they are moving in next week, and we have some people lined up to help expand our peer support program. I feel so blessed we have the means to do this, even being out of work for so long. My profession feels very spiritual to me and being able to work with a disability rights organization is giving my life meaning and hope. |
| Guideline adherence | My guide dog doesn't know how to social distance. This situation happened repeatedly at my job before we were all working from home. I would be walking, and suddenly would be too close to someone. And the thing is, if they don't care, I may not notice we're too close. Masks make it very difficult for me to hear where someone is, especially if the location is kind of loud. Socially distancing has also made me feel even more isolated as a blind person: I know the world by touch, and I can't touch anything. |
| Loss | The low point has been that multiple friends of mine have died since March (not due to Covid) and our friend groups were not able to gather and grieve normally. A lot of grief is personal, but collective grieving is necessary as well. Covid severely hampers this. |
| Racism | The low point of the COVID-19 pandemic was when I went through a period of feeling overwhelmingly sad and kind of numb, and helpless, very, very helpless. It was after the murder of George Floyd. I wanted to go out and protest but between working full-time and with my mom being immuno-compromised, I did not go to one. I did donate to Black Lives Matter and other causes that support racial equality. About two weeks before all this happened, around the same time we lost Ahmed Aubrey, Stacey Milbern passed away. Stacey was a champion for disability justice in Oakland, CA. I believe it was that week when I heard about the murder of Alejandro Ripley, a nine-year-old autistic boy, that was committed by his own mother. All these losses of life of people belonging to marginalized communities really affected me personally. |
| Vocation | I lost my job after asking for accommodations. This was in June, way before the PTSD got bad. I decided to start a private practice as I am a physician. It was hard to set up in a pandemic but I did it- I have a clinic and I’m seeing patients. I specialize in psychosomatics. The high point was being able to ask a disability nonprofit to co-locate with me rent free so they can start up an independent living center. The board voted yes on this and the are moving in next week, and we have some people lined up to help expand our peer support program. I feel so blessed we have the means to do this, even being out of work for so long. My profession feels very spiritual to me and being able to work with a disability rights organization is giving my life meaning and hope. |
| Ableism | The first time I went out in public was moderately scary for me. I was really worried about getting COVID and making sure I stay as far away as I could from other people. I feel like as a disabled person, I didn't belong in public during a pandemic, and was worried people would stare and say something nasty to me. |
| Election | I have never seen such discussion around disability! Even though it was about mask rules, and illegal inconveniences like blocked sidewalks, it was happening! And it’s an election year! You saw people realizing what we deal with and people in our community speaking out, and others listened. When they spoke of rationing healthcare, you saw people concerned for the elderly, bur our voices were also included. |
| Environment | A high point was when my wife and I were able to go to the local botanical gardens (courtesy of a wedding gift). Getting to spend time outdoors in the fresh air, away from other people, felt amazing. As someone who is severely immunocompromised, I have been avoiding all people since March. So finding an outdoor activity that was somewhere we'd never been but that felt safe was such a blessing. We spent hours slowly moving through the gardens, finding places to take rest and be at peace in one another's company. That day was rejuvenating and stands out in my mind as such a joyful moment during the past pandemic months. Thinking about this scene reminds me how much I appreciate being outdoors, in nature, and the ways the pandemic has stripped us of this ability (or at least the ability to do so while feeling safe, if you live in the city, like I do). It also was such a simple thing - the day wasn't an extravagant outing or expense, but it allowed us to spend time together away from the pressures of work or the anxiety of the pandemic: that freedom to relax is so precious and thinking back since March, is something I've been deprived of most of the time. |
| Government | There has been many low points for me. I think it just seems to go on and on with no end in sight. I’m so frustrated by the lack of care from others and the extent of the misinformation! The day the Wisconsin Supreme Court overturned our Governor’s “lock down.” Everything just opened up in Wisconsin with no regulation at all. This was in part because the Tavern league wanted all the bars open. I live in a small college town and the day this was announced I was terrified because everything was going to open up. The bars were packed that entire weekend. I was crying and upset because I knew this was going to increase our COVID case numbers. |
| Racism | This doesn't really require a story. Throughout the pandemic, the presidential administration has made it abundantly clear that my identity as a disabled black female is not valid to societal institutions such as law enforcement. This really has inspired me to advocate harder for people of color and people with disabilities. |