Many disabled people have grabbed onto the spoons metaphor as an everyday way to explain a lack of energy or mental or physical ability. My question is, when we are trying to demystify/de-stigmatize/de-euphemize disability, why are we in fact hiding behind this rather weak metaphor? Telling a colleague that I’m “out of spoons” for the day doesn’t explain what’s going on with me the same way saying that I’m in too much pain to walk three blocks for coffee does. Its cuteness might serve to alleviate concern in non-disabled colleagues about our abilities to get our jobs done, but in doing so it lessens considerably our colleagues’ actual understanding of our disabilities. Hiding behind the generalization and euphemism of the spoons makes our disabilities even more invisible than they might be; it becomes synonymous with the phrases “I’m beat,” “I’m out of steam,” and “I’m knackered”–all of which mean essentially the same thing–lack of energy–to the non-disabled community. How long will it be before everyone starts to end a day of shopping by plopping down in Starbucks with “Phew–I’m out of spoons. Decaf latte, please.”
Yes because only white people are racist, and no other race are racist against each other (let alone against white people). 
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