No, really? What is it that frightens so many of you? I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, it’s a chair with wheels. A much loved chair with wheels. It’s not a symbol of doom and gloom. But here’s what I want to know.
I want to know why I had to fight so hard to get it.
I want to know why people assume the chair is the problem rather than the cure.
I want to know why doctors would rather me never leave the house and be miserable and in pain, rather than out of the house, having fun or working?
I want to know why people scream at me to USE IT OR LOSE IT!!!!! when I’ve already long since lost the normal function.
I want to know why people wax lyrical about miracle cures instead of trying to fix society to be a bit more accessible. Here’s a hint, a ramp is far easier to create than a cure for a neurological disorder that people aren’t even really certain what causes it apart from minor trauma. Also, a ramp helps more people!
I want to know why you’re so thrilled to see me walking with crutches when it’s all I can do not to throw them across the room because I’d prefer to use my chair.
I want to know why a doctor denied my need for hand controls for my car even though I could no longer drive my car with my feet.
I want to know why a significant majority of accessible apartment complexes are for seniors only. And yes, I’ve been asking if they make acceptances for disabled people.
I want to know why the only way to report job discrimination is to hire yourself a lawyer, one that you ironically can only get if you have money, most likely from a job, to actually sue.
I want to know why everyone tries to deny me things that would make life more accessible to me.
No, really. I want an answer. Anyone got one?