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What’s It Like To Be Little?

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Goodreads, the world’s largest site for readers and book recommendations, was a natural place for me to post details on my dwarfism memoir trilogy. In the Ask the Author section a self-professed genuinely curious person posed the question, What’s It Like To Be Little? She prefaced her query with “You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to because I don’t want to be offensive.”

Even though I didn’t take offense, I worked hard not to cause offense with my answer. I thought it was an odd question given that my writings discuss what life is like for a Little Person and she wrote her question on

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a web page which made this clear. So I politely said: your curiosity which inspired the question is what prompted me to write my memoir. The best way for you to find out what it’s like to be little is to read one or more of the books in my dwarfism trilogy. I put the onus back on the questioner to find out what it’s like.

Typically I see my days playing out as for a person of any size. That’s because my environment has been modified so that I can function independently and interact with people who are accustomed to seeing me. I can reach almost everything in my custom built home, drive  a modified vehicle, and mostly go to places where people know me.

But this month has been totally different. For three weeks in March my husband Robert has been in the Emergency Room, Intensive and Progressive Care Hospital Units, and an Acute Care Rehabilitation Hospital. This experience has reminded me that being little is distinctive.

It starts in the parking lot where I drive the entire lot looking for a disabled space with an access aisle on which to lower the ramp of my Wheelchair Accessible Van. It continues when I proffer my photo ID card to hospital security and need help to get it scanned. Speaking up when someone jumps the line can cause an angry response. And ICU visitor access is delayed while I find someone to reach the wall phone to request entry.

Communicating with medical personnel is challenging when they stand too close and talk over the top of me. I had to ask the ICU critical care doctor pressing me for consent to intubate Robert to talk to me face to face. He willingly came down to my level—first by crouching and then by sitting on a chair.

Watching Robert in a hospital bed that could not be lowered enough for me to greet him with a kiss or help feed him his meals was frustrating for both of us. But in the rehabilitation unit they located a bed that lowers enough for me to sit on the bed and reach Robert.

Successful people with dwarfism are adept at requesting accommodations that level the playing field and advocating for acceptance and environmental changes.

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How Tall Are You?

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Here’s another Frequently Asked Question addressed to little people. We’re typically willing to answer this simple question that doesn’t probe the psyche or demand intimate details. But the answer may trigger a fact check.

If you asked me today how tall I am, my answer would be 40 inches (1.02 meters or 102 cm). But anyone who read the first book in my memoir trilogy, Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses (1988), might remember my reported height as 42 inches (1.07 meters or 107 cm). So what’s with the discrepancy? It’s not a case of exaggeration; both are correct.

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In the 35 years between now and then, I lost two inches—height I can’t afford to lose by the way! Age is the culprit for this loss from increased curvature in my spine and shrinkage in the discs that cushion the vertebrae. In the 16 years between my marriage to Robert and his hip replacement surgery, he gained an inch (2.54 cm). I married him for richer or poorer, better or worse, but who knew it would be for shorter or taller?

Some people find it hard to believe someone could be so short. Take, for example, the night a Florida traffic cop pulled Robert over for speeding. Robert willingly turned over his driver’s license to the officer, but was puzzled when he shined his flashlight backwards and forwards between him and the license. Then the officer asked Robert, “how tall are you?” When he said, “three-feet-six,” the officer retorted, “that’s not what it says here.” And the officer was right. The license recorded Robert’s height as six-feet-three! Apparently, a driver’s license bureau clerk didn’t believe a driver could be three-feet-six and flipped the numbers.

A clerk at the New Zealand (NZ) Department of Internal Affairs (comparable to the United States State Department) had the same problem. I applied for a passport and showed my height as 1.08 meters. The clerk perceived an error and called to query the height. At first, I agreed there might be a mistake. (It was about the time of NZ’s conversion to metrics and I wasn’t confident my conversion was accurate.) She said, “1.08 meters means you are only three-feet-six inches tall?” I replied, “Oh yes, I did do it right.” She decided she had done it all wrong by questioning my calculation.

Height questions are legitimate when lining up for amusement park rides. In this case, minimum height requirements for riders are imposed for safety reasons. For example, you must be tall enough for the shoulder harness to securely lock you in place. If you’re too short you could be thrown right off the ride or fall out when it’s upside down. Or, in the case of Space Mountain at Disney’s Magic Kingdom when safety standards weren’t enforced, I thought my head was going to fall off. My neck, my spine, and falling two inches short of the height requirement screamed out that this ride was hazardous to my health.

So this dwarfism awareness month, what’s your experience with height questions?

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Do You Get Your Clothes in the Children’s Department?

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Standing on a sidewalk near traffic lights, Angela wears an off-the-rack cropped length purple jacket over a T-shirt with black Capri pants. The jacket sleeves were altered for a custom fit; the matching purple flowering trees in the background were a bonus touch of creation.

Most little people don’t buy clothes at kid stores. We may stand at eye level with young children, but our dimensions differ drastically. At almost 30 years old, Katherine elaborated, “I am actually built like a woman. Kids’ clothing does not account for cleavage.”

Even if children’s clothes do fit, dwarf adults don’t want to wear them. We have enough trouble being accepted for our age without making it worse by wearing juvenile clothes. Besides, 31-inches tall Katherine observed, “for the most part, [children’s] fashion made for people my size is smothered in unicorns and puppies and Disney Princesses.” At age 31, Cat’s frustration spills over when she confesses “having to resist the urge for violence when people suggest the kids section like it’s no big deal.”

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So where do little people get their clothes? Although it’s possible to find clothes shopping in regular stores, it takes much longer. Sofiya described it well. “I usually look through almost every section of a store, try over 20 things on in the fitting room and come out with two pieces.” And, according to Katherine, “every once in a while there’s a diamond hidden amongst all the coal!”

And it’s not a case of one size fits all. The over 400 dwarfism types come with variations in length of limbs and torso, weight, and curves. Different types need different styles. As a dwarf with a very short trunk, I don’t wear clothes that cut me off in the middle, or use horizontal lines or large designs on the fabric. Little people with Achondroplasia have an average height torso and shorter arms and legs; their issues relate more to long pants and sleeves.

Because it’s so hard for Little People to find off-the-rack clothes that are affordable, comfortable, and stylish, our community shares shopping tips. Facebook groups are a great resource. For example, in the private group—LP Women Fashion, Shoes & Accessories—there were 40 comments answering a query about affordable places to shop for clothes that fit. Group members not only give store and brand names, but also share pics of themselves wearing particular items. The pictures help assess the usefulness of a tip, because we can see how close the buyer is to our body type and whether the tip will work for us.

Despite being able to buy many clothes off the rack, alterations are often needed to shorten sleeves, pant legs, and the crotch. Ideally people learn to do their own alterations or sew from scratch, but for those like me who lack this talent paying a seamstress is money well spent. Thankfully, I have been blessed with many excellent dressmakers through the years.

The ultimate wardrobe experience is being able to shop for clothes originally designed for little people. Although the price tag is higher, the expectation is that the product will be superior to clothes originally made for people two feet taller. Although I haven’t used any of the businesses listed below and cannot make recommendations, I’m delighted to share the following list of dwarfism clothing brands:

  • It Actually Fits, https://itactuallyfits.com, a clothing brand catering to little women where they can go online and find something that fits perfectly without having to worry about alterations.
  • Kathy D. Woods, https://www.kathydwoodsstore.com/, an online women’s clothing company showcasing fashions expressly designed for Little People with an impeccable fit for a variety of body types.

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Why Are You So Short? Is the Answer in the Genes?

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White House photo by Eric Draper. 
President George W. Bush Signs H.R. 493, the Genetic Information Nondiscrimination Act of 2008 in the Oval Office. May 21, 2008.

Every day little people are asked to explain why they are so short. The answers given are often more amusing than educational:

  • I was born this way, what’s your excuse?
  • My mother puts me in the dryer every night.
  • Cigarettes stunted my growth.
  • I didn’t eat all my vegetables.
  • I was six-feet-two-inches when I went swimming and four feet when I came out of the water. [Note, the prankster had to retract this ‘short story’ told to a young boy before he was willing to take a bath.]

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On the more serious side, I often say, “God makes people in all shapes and sizes.” But I went way over the head of one young girl when I answered her with a question, “what color are your eyes?” After telling me they were blue, I asked “why aren’t they green? She shrugged. I anticipated this reply and said, “neither do I know why I didn’t grow.” Although this exchange did nothing to help her understanding, it did move me closer to incorporating genetics into my explanation of why I’m short.

Geneticists have identified almost 400 distinct types of dwarfism. And just as genetics determine eye color, two different genes determined that I would be a dwarf with Larsen’s syndrome—Filamin B and CHST3. Even so, knowing the specific genes for my dwarfism type doesn’t adequately explain why I got genes that resulted in my short stature. So let’s pivot to a more important question about the explosion of genetic information.

Is it legal to use genetic information against people whose genes identify a disability? November 21st—the 12th anniversary of the effective date of the Genetic Information Nondiscrimination Act (GINA)—makes this a timely question. The good news is that GINA was enacted to protect people from genetic information discrimination in (1) health coverage and employment as it relates to family history of a disease or disorder; (2) genetic tests of individuals, family members, or a fetus; or (3) any request for or receipt of genetic services, participation in genetic testing or genetic counseling by an individual or family member. 

Title I of GINA prohibits health insurers from using genetic information to determine if someone is eligible for insurance or to make coverage, underwriting or premium-setting decisions. However, GINA does not cover insurance policies for long-term care, life, or disability.

Title II of GINA prevents nonmilitary employers with 15 or more employees from using genetic information in employment decisions like hiring, firing, promotions, pay, and job assignments. GINA also protects employees or applicants by prohibiting employers from (1) requiring or requesting genetic information and/or genetic tests as a condition of employment; (2) intentionally requesting or obtaining genetic information; (3) harassment based on genetic information; or (4) retaliation for action taken against activities made unlawful by GINA. However, provided confidentiality of genetic information is maintained, an employer is allowed to obtain genetic information based on narrowly-drawn inquiries for medical information in connection with a reasonable accommodation request, or for voluntary participation in an employee wellness program.

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This post is based in part on examples found in book I of my dwarfism memoir trilogy: Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses, https://angelamuirvanetten.com/dwarfs-dont-live-in-doll-houses/.

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Can You Drive?

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Years ago, I totally shocked a supposedly educated man who refused to believe I could drive a car at my height of 40 inches. He only accepted it after someone told him I had given him a ride home. It was just as hard for me to believe that anyone could be so amazed. Yet he is not the only person I have surprised.

One afternoon, I parked beside a curb leaving plenty of room between the car in front and behind. When I got out, an onlooker was so impressed he extended his hand in congratulations. It wasn’t in sarcastic relief that I hadn’t bumped his car parked behind me. That wasn’t his car. No, he just didn’t know little people could drive and thought the feat was marvelous.

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All I needed were pedal extensions, seat cushions, the seat moved forward, a smaller steering wheel, and automatic drive. The seat cushions raised me higher in the seat and a smaller wheel eliminated the need to pancake my legs between the wheel and the seat. I also appreciated the better grip and control a smaller wheel provided. Fatigue and discomfort were avoided by building a footrest platform. This removed the risk of the driving-foot falling asleep or any delay in reaction time. The platform also took away any temptation to rest my non-driving foot on the brake.

Fast forward 50 years!

Age has caught up with my husband, me, and our 2004 Mazda 6 wagon. We both use scooters for distance walking, a scooter lift to position them in the trunk, and the Mazda has clocked over 100,000 miles. We drove the Mazda for 18 years because we could not find a wagon that fit two scooters and was low enough to the ground for us to get in without a struggle.

Our long-term plan was to replace the Mazda with a Wheelchair Accessible Van (WAV), but the plan was expedited when I took the Mazda in for service. A garage worker got his foot caught on the left-foot accelerator and totaled it! This catapulted us into the market for a WAV that we can board by driving our scooters up a ramp or onto a lift.

The answer to the can you drive? question remains the same, yes. But how I accomplish this has changed dramatically. In my driving assessment this week, a Certified Driving Rehabilitation Specialist rejected the pedal extension and seat cushion adaptations as unsafe. Instead she recommended hand controls and customizing the power seat that raises me to see out the window to also provide back support. The smaller steering wheel is still an option, but this will involve serious dollars to relocate all the controls on the wheel.

The technology that makes driving a WAV possible is amazing, but buying one for more than the cost of our first home is shocking!

So now it’s my turn to ask a question. Will I be successful in purchasing a WAV without breaking the bank? Stay tuned for the answer. This post includes excerpts from Chapter 7, ‘Doing Things Differently,’ in Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses. Read more at https://angelamuirvanetten.com/dwarfs-dont-live-in-doll-houses/

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Can I Help You?

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Independent living by people with disabilities does not equate with never needing help. But it does mean help should not be imposed against a person’s will.

Can I help you? is a fair question to ask someone with a disability. But it’s not okay to rush in with the help you think is needed and thereby create a problem. Overzealous helpers can do a lot of harm! Parents know this well. Some have sent their dwarf child to school independent in toileting and shoelaces. They become exasperated when a teacher undermines independence by carrying the child to the toilet and tying their shoelaces.

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Adults with disabilities are similarly challenged by rogue helpers. Take for example when I pull into a parking space. They right away step up and open the driver’s door. Sounds like the chivalrous thing to do, right? However, it’s the opposite of what I need. I have to ask them to give my door back so I can lean on the armrest to lower myself to the ground. Likewise, it’s not okay for a public restroom attendant to use the master key to burst into my cubicle intent on providing assistance!

So instead of barreling in with unwanted aid, make an offer and wait for the person with a disability to accept or refuse. Typically, I’ll decline help when it’s something I can do myself. For example, people frequently offer to get my mobility scooter in or out of the car. But I say no thanks, because a lift raises and lowers the scooter from the trunk to the ground. Besides, if I let helpers manually lift the scooter in, it would be disconnected from the lift and I would be unable to get the scooter out of the car.

I’m willing to accept or ask for help, but only when the task is beyond my ability and to refuse means I’ll miss out on something I want to do or need to happen. Several cases come to mind: as a teenager I let my father carry me up and down stairs in a glow worm cave; in high school, I allowed class mates to carry me on a trek across farm hills to a beach party; after travelling thousands of miles from New Zealand to Malaysia, I accepted a helping hand up long flights of stairs with no handrails to enjoy hilltop scenery, and agreed to be lifted onto a chair to reach a laser machine for eye surgery.

Other situations that cause me to ask for, or accept, help include: reaching something on a high shelf; changing a flat tire; and breaking through unexpected access barriers, such as a driveway being blocked by a wall of snow created by a snow plow and an out-of-service elevator.

One final thing. If a person with a disability accepts or asks for help, it’s critical to wait for and follow instructions. Doing it wrong can inflict pain or injury. And no one needs a helper that makes a situation worse.

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Are You Disabled?

Frequently Asked Questions
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As much as people love to wear designer labels, many are uncomfortable wearing the disability label. This is often true of people who acquire disabling conditions as they age. I saw this when I worked as an advocacy specialist for a center for independent living and the intake paperwork required me to document the individual’s disability. A 92-year-old woman who ambulated with a walker surprised me when I asked what to record for her disability. She said, “I don’t have one.” Clearly she met the ADA definition of disability as one having a substantial limitation on the major life activity of walking. But once she understood only people with disabilities qualified for my help, she conceded that the disability label suited her.

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Actually many people with disabilities reject the disability label. Despite having substantial limitations in major life activities—breathing, hearing, learning, reaching, sleeping, or talking, to name a few—they reject the limitations associated with disability and in so doing reject the label. They have adapted and are able to do whatever they set their sights on. It’s the attitudes of others towards them they see as disabling.

In the post ADA era, it’s generally unlawful to ask someone if they have a disability and people with disabilities are not obligated to disclose their disability. The exceptions being if a reasonable accommodation is requested or disability is a qualification for the service offered.

In the employment context, the dilemma comes when completing job applications which include a check box for disability. Should the applicant leave the box blank or check yes? It’s a personal choice with pros and cons for each decision.

The downside to leaving the box blank is that you miss the employers who are open-minded or looking to increase diversity and favor people with a disability. It also means, that to be consistent, you scrub your Curriculum Vitae clean of volunteer activities that suggest you have a disability. So it’s important to do your homework on the employer before making a decision. You need to know if diversity is encouraged; this is often the case in higher education and larger companies.

The upside to not answering the question is that you remove the opportunity for the employer to trash your application based on preconceived notions that people with disabilities make staff and customers uncomfortable, have more accidents on the job, and need costly accommodations. Of course, an employer who weeds out applications based on a disability identification is discriminating, but finding evidence to prove it is near impossible.

In the case of dwarfism, nondisclosure is moot once you get to the interview. Even though employers cannot lawfully ask if you’re disabled, they can ask how you will perform the job duties. This is the time to request a reasonable accommodation if you need one to make your performance possible. It’s also a good time to share the disability volunteer experience you may have scrubbed from your CV.      

So how do you answer the question, “Are you are disabled?”

For more of my writings on employment discrimination, check out the first two books in my dwarfism trilogy, Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses and Pass Me Your Shoes, at https://angelamuirvanetten.com/books.

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What should I call you?

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Call me whatever you like, just don’t call me late for dinner. This line works well in comedy, but not so much when interacting with people with disabilities. And don’t believe it when people say, sticks and stone will break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” Name calling does hurt!

Here are some of the offensive words used to describe people with disabilities—crippled, retarded, dumb, psycho, midget, handicapped, spastic. All these words are negative and degrade the person with a disability. It’s time to stop using them.

When confronted about their poor choice of words, some people say, Oh, I didn’t know.

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Others claim to be only joking while the worst offenders are egged on and get louder and more obnoxious. Well, ignorance and using people as the butt of their jokes should not be tolerated in a civil society.

Sure, there is some genuine confusion. After all, terminology does change over time. For example, I was a crippled child, a handicapped teenager, and now a disabled adult. I’m still the same person despite aging through many decades, but the words to describe my condition have changed. It’s not enough to keep up with fashion trends, we must also stay current with our language.

So why italicize disabled adult? That’s because it’s a violation of disability etiquette to describe a person by their disability. See the person first, not the disability. We are not defined by our disabilities. This translates into using person first language. Don’t say, the blind man or the deaf girl. Instead say, the man who is blind or the girl who is deaf. Yes, I know it’s not as literary or concise, but it’s better to be polite and sensitive.

Another common phenomenon is for people to go overboard with endearing words like dear, pet, or darling. I don’t hear the endearment, I hear patronizing. But before assuming they see me as a needy cause, I listen to see if they use the same words when talking to people without disabilities. If the endearments are applied to everyone, then I know no distinction is being made between people with and without disabilities.

Another trend is for people to downplay disability with euphemisms, such as physically challenged. My problem with this one is that in trying not to offend, the disability experience is undermined. Disability is not something that needs to be softened as something unpalatable, it’s a fact that needs to be acknowledged and embraced as part of human diversity.

So, for those not wanting to offend, you might now worry about inadvertently using offensive language. My best advice is don’t ask, What should I call you? The better question to ask is, What’s your name? When a person with a disability answers this question, it’s important to remember, A good name is to be more desired than great wealth, Favor is better than silver and gold. Proverbs 22:1. New American Standard Bible.

This blog post was first published as a guest post on https://aisforadelaide.com/2020/08/26/what-should-i-call-you/. For more of Angela’s writings go to her website at https://angelamuirvanetten.com where you can subscribe to her weekly blog and find retail links to her new book, Pass Me Your Shoes: A Couple with Dwarfism Navigate Life’s Detours with Love and Faith.

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How Old Are You?

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This is a common question for an adult to ask a youngster. And a common answer is for the child to signal their age with fingers extended on one hand. So, when a three-year-old looks an adult Little Person in the eye it’s no surprise the child asks, “how old are you?” The adult’s response, however, can’t be counted even with all fingers and toes.

Nonetheless, it’s the ideal time to teach a child that age is unrelated to size.

Young kids aren’t so much interested in the actual age as is in knowing whether I’m a kid ready to play with them in the sandpit. They intuitively know I’m not the same as them. I used to calculate the age of the parent in the vicinity and say something like this, “I’m old enough to be your mother.” Although now I have to say, “I’m old enough to be your grandmother.”

The child usually accepts my answer and moves on to something else. It’s the parents who cringe at the exchange. Take, for example, the mother and child riding with me on an elevator. This child discerned that I was an adult and said, “look mommy there’s a little grandma.” The mother was mortified and could not wait to exit at the next floor. I told the mother not to worry, I was used to children calling me little and added, “it’s the grandma part that hurts.”

The curiosity does not end with little children. Not so long ago, a nine-year-old girl in a kids’ church program asked me, “so just how old are you?” A typical question, but the timing was surprising given that she had known me for a year. I entered the danger zone and said, “so how old do you think I am?” Her answer, “NINETY!” In that moment, she elevated me from grandma to great grandma status. It also confirmed that children have no idea how to assess the age of adults. Thankfully, I am decades away from that milestone.

Now adults know that it’s impolite to ask an adult how hold they are. Right? Well, people with dwarfism know that you can’t count on people being polite. Over the years, many adults have asked me how old I am. How I answer depends on the situation. For example, when another passenger waiting in an airport lounge asked my age, I said to him, “are you planning to tell me how old you are?” He immediately realized the impertinence of his question and explained that he had a grandson with dwarfism and was interested in knowing if he had a “normal” lifespan. He didn’t really want to know my age, but wanted to know how long his grandson could expect to live. This was not a time for me to stand on etiquette, but rather an opportunity to allay his fears and help him understand that the answer lay in his grandson’s type of dwarfism.

This post was adapted from my 1988 book, Dwarfs Don’t Live in Doll Houses, coming soon as an e-book. Used print books are available on Amazon.com.