Fishaholic
06-16-2006, 07:14 PM
I know most people with lupus do not get disabled the way I have. But anyone who has had to use a wheelchair might appreciate this tale!
On the way back from work today, I went to the library in Roadrunner (my electric wheechair) and handed some books back. Our library has a sort of narrow corridor with the desk on one side. So only one person at a time can file through in a line.
As I was waiting, I heard a woman and a few children behind me, probably between 4 and 7 years old. They could only see the back of my big powerchair and I was hard to see.
Kids (all talking at once): "What's that?" "Is it a really really really big pushchair?" "Oooh, look there's someone in it" "I think she's a grown up" "Maybe it's a Dr Who machine!" "Is she someone's granny?" (At 27 I wasn't impressed by that comment! But remember they could only see my headrest and the back of my head)
The woman didn't say anything at all, so I looked round as best as I could, gave the kids a grin and told them "This is a really big wheelchair. It is electric which means it has motors so I don't need to push it along with my arms. I use it because I can't walk very well. If I try, I fall over a lot."
The kids laughed. One of them asked if they could touch the wheelchair. But the woman completely ignored me and said to the kids "You mustn't talk to her". The emphasis on "her" was a tone of complete and utter disgust. And then she looked away from me into the distance while the kids recoiled and hid behind her.
Great! I don't bite! style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/blink.gif So much for disability awareness!
Hugs from scary Sarah you mustn't talk to!
On the way back from work today, I went to the library in Roadrunner (my electric wheechair) and handed some books back. Our library has a sort of narrow corridor with the desk on one side. So only one person at a time can file through in a line.
As I was waiting, I heard a woman and a few children behind me, probably between 4 and 7 years old. They could only see the back of my big powerchair and I was hard to see.
Kids (all talking at once): "What's that?" "Is it a really really really big pushchair?" "Oooh, look there's someone in it" "I think she's a grown up" "Maybe it's a Dr Who machine!" "Is she someone's granny?" (At 27 I wasn't impressed by that comment! But remember they could only see my headrest and the back of my head)
The woman didn't say anything at all, so I looked round as best as I could, gave the kids a grin and told them "This is a really big wheelchair. It is electric which means it has motors so I don't need to push it along with my arms. I use it because I can't walk very well. If I try, I fall over a lot."
The kids laughed. One of them asked if they could touch the wheelchair. But the woman completely ignored me and said to the kids "You mustn't talk to her". The emphasis on "her" was a tone of complete and utter disgust. And then she looked away from me into the distance while the kids recoiled and hid behind her.
Great! I don't bite! style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/blink.gif So much for disability awareness!
Hugs from scary Sarah you mustn't talk to!