Fake PWD IDs? Are PWDs getting an unfair advantage?

I didn’t know there were cases of people creating allegedly fake PWD IDs in the Philippines to get discounts not meant for them. Maybe I’m naive, but I can’t imagine massive numbers of people doing this with the intent to deceive and take advantage of others. Why would anyone fake a disability just to get a few pesos knocked off their expenses? I rather believe that majority of Filipinos are better than this. 

First, is there data to back this up? Where is the evidence that many PWD IDs used in restaurants and other establishments are fake? How many are fake IDs, and what is the percentage of these compared to the legitimate ones? 

Now, I understand this is a valid concern, especially for small businesses, because they shoulder the 20% discount and not the government. My issue is that there didn’t need to be a question of whether or not people with disabilities deserve this discount. 

As a neurodivergent individual diagnosed with several invisible disabilities, I find it outrageous that people question the validity of my being disabled. Some of these disabilities include: 

  • ADHD (a learning disability—which is honestly an oversimplified category for what it truly is)
  • Bipolar II disorder
  • Previously, but still under treatment, Complex PTSD 

I take medications to manage these conditions and function as an adult in this highly capitalistic and ableist society. I need these meds to be able to work, do the seemingly simplest of daily tasks, and not be stuck in paralyzing states of depression, mania, and fear, among others. I spend around 20,000 pesos for these meds each month, including meds for my physical ailments, like diabetes, hypertension, endometriosis, etc., etc. Add to that the cost of medical consultations, therapy sessions, and tests, and even my above-average income is barely enough. 

Do we deserve discounts on medicines? I think most people would agree. How about discounts on food, groceries (these are limited to commodities like rice, bread, etc.), and some listed as eligible in the lifestyle category? I understand this is where people start complaining. 

I also understand that the restaurants and other establishments shoulder this legally mandated 20% discount and not the government. I think the conversation then that needs to happen is why isn’t this being taken from our taxes? Then again, people would still complain about their taxes benefitting people with disabilities—because, as is apparent in these recent outbursts from restaurant owners, people generally feel that PWDs don’t deserve it. 

So do we? 

Most of the world operates in a system that punishes us for being disabled. Schools and employment often don’t consider that we need to exert significantly more effort to function or even just stay alive. I think it’s only fair that we get some accommodations to give us a chance to live fairly normal lives. 

Ultimately, we need an overhaul of the healthcare system, which is a bigger conversation. 

I never quite forgot this statement I heard from one disabled person: “The problem is not that there are people in wheelchairs. The problem is that buildings don’t have ramps.” 

Note: I lived in the US for a few years, and they didn’t have such a law for PWDs. It’s good that we have it here. And the US is not exactly a great example to follow in terms of healthcare. 

Including this photo as a preview of this illustrated book I’m working on.

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Rose Valley

The valley is silent

Save for the shuffling

Of red roses, 

Gently kissed

By the sweet breeze

Of my child-like longing. 

And soft, soft, 

They whisper

Your careful words;

Closely, I listen.


They say from the hilltops,

Somewhere near the shuls, 

They hear you singing

Amidst the roar

Of the nearby falls. 

And somewhere, a note

From the mellow tunes,

Speaks of a name

You so oft used

To call me. 


In the hush

Of the approaching noon,

Their scent caresses 

My being.

I see them dancing

To my strides,

All abloom; their petals, 

Washed

With the pink-red

Of your lips’ touch. 


Rose Valley

October 8, 2020

A New Day’s Light

Through fiery arches

and columns,

disintegrating

shafts, flutes, and plinths,

we will run;

I will hold your hand. 

To the other side

of this crumbling temple,

far from the rubble,

where the grass awaits

wet with morning dew,

I will walk with you. 


See the skies burning

with the new day’s light;

towers

rising above tomorrow’s

hills and plains

where we will sit with Pain

and listen

‘til it’s but a whisper

under the crescent’s glimmer.

Watch!

The fireflies dancing

to the songs of minstrels. 


I am but a scribbler;

I have none to offer

but my words. 

But if you come with me,

I can take you

to incredible worlds

if only for a night’s wink.

And together, 

we will inscribe our dreams

into reality

and each other’s names

to infinity!


A New Day’s Light

October 2, 2020

Sonnet I

So here’s my first real attempt for a sonnet.


So is your beam like sunlight to my day

Which glimmers in the gloom of starless nights;

As still my boat from its unsteady sway,

Your words bring peace to my tumultuous flights.

So do I search for you in all my thoughts

And find you there so oft to my surprise;

Without you, all my days will be for naught

Like a child without her blanket thus she cries.

And so I pray you, please don’t leave my side,

For I shall not forsake you, joy or strife;

My love for you never will I hide

And I will treasure you for all my life.

   So long as you are here, I am at peace

   And every woe turns to unbounded bliss.


Sonnet 1

September 27, 2020

One Step

One step, one day, one moment at a time

Put one foot forward

Then the next

Who knows where my steps end,

Where they lead

Move through the motion

Let the tears flow

They speak of a rainbow,

A lining in the sky

I cannot see

From my tunnel

But light awaits the edge,

How faint it is

Yet light still is

A packet of hope in my pocket

Heartaches will ease

I will breathe so long as my heart beats

Time will pass

How slow it does

How fast it ticks

These wounds never heal

But I can live

With them

What awaits?

But tomorrow

Tomorrow, if I live to see

Everything is temporary


One Step

📝 📷 –Natalia Go

April 16, 2020

Photo taken April 15, 2020

Two Seconds

Two seconds

The bomb went off

Shrapnels flying in every direction

All of them

Somehow landing onto me

Two eyes glinted with no spark

Through metal bars,

Met mine

For two seconds and fled

Gunpowder clouded the air

I took cover

Behind the glass

When I came out,

Everything was gone

The door closed,

The skies dimmed,

Rain fell


Should I have ran out

To stop the blast?

There was no time

To disarm.

BOOM!

The imminent clash,

Fragments of shells

Too quickly, too deep into my skin

An engine fired

Wheels turned toward the road,

I was alone

I didn’t bleed

Even as shrapnels

Continued to explode

Within me


I ran back

To my quarters,

Safe from further harm

Too late

To stop the rapid poison of lead

Now spreading through my veins

In just two seconds

The world ended,

Time frenzied,

Tears fell


Two seconds

Life resumed,

Forever changed.


Two Seconds

📝 Natalia Go

November 27th, 2019

Now It’s Your Turn

Your eyes gleam of firelight

That once brightened

My world before it went down in flames

Your smile speaks of dreams I once dreamt

Wash to shore before they were forged

I long for you to hear my voice

And tell you, it’s going to be okay

Once it’s all over

Once you see the rubble around you

And the destruction under your feet…

If you are still standing


My heart breaks how now you hear

Only the chirping birds

Afraid when at last, you begin to heed

The steady cowing crows

I would whisper in your ears

The things the hound would do

But for now, they will not hear,

They don’t belong to you

If I show you a picture

Of the hollow shell that you will be

It’ll only be a deity

On her pedestal, you’ll see

Unsuspecting of the moment

You’re brought down in the final scene


For that, I am sorry

I am sorry when time it comes

For you to cry my tears

But I can only watch from a distance

As you’re groomed to live my fears

You must forgive me…

For the woeful truth

That I am glad that you are here

Now I take my leave free of the chains

That now are bound to you

Now, it’s your turn.


📝 Natalia Go

Written July 25th, 2019

at the NYPL on 53rd

Along the Neon Prism

City lights, cheery sounds;

along the neon prism, I claimed a corner.

Between the Incas and the pandas,

the eastern dragon ahead;

I taste the lukewarm comfort of your cheap pottage

and found none.

In between paper cheese and liquid sugar,

I take and blow a misty whiff

hoping a second’s stillness would remind me

of what I’m doing here…

If I ever did know.

 

Amid your lovers, vagrants, and sleepwalkers,

I try to speed by;

afraid for my face to disappear

among theirs.

Pray tell me why

after the dancing waters and the desert snakes,

I’m still out here in this faux

Ville de Lumière,

driven from my temporary corner

to this windy plaza

by sandy-fringed babble.

I watch as your sleepwalkers head back to dreams

while I walk again on sore leather

to your lazy wagon;

back to my strange desert home.


📝 Natalia Go

Written August 10th, 2019