Last time it was when we landed in Buffalo and the security guards got the chair back as they were putting it in the trunk of their car.
But I’m not.
I’m really not.
I find, and found, this incredibly traumatizing, so much so I can’t even begin to tell you.
Every time I get on a plane I tell the purser about what happened in Buffalo, and now will add Vancouver to the list, and ask them to keep a sharp eye on my chair.
I go into deep panic when I think about the ‘what if’s’ …
Don’t people know that?
Why doesn’t it matter?
The psychological pain that this causes me is deep and real. I don’t know what I’d do. I’m fat, I fit my chair, it’s not easily replaced.
Now I’m afraid of the next flight and the one after that … I’ll never feel safe again when traveling by plane.