Rolling Around In My Head doing damns the darkness/ A Blog By Dave Hingsburger

JUST TRYING

The day hadn’t started and I’d offended someone. Sometimes the hardest part of travel is that you have to be out doing what you usually do at home. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners … hanging around while the room is being cleaned … that kind of stuff. As a result we have hundreds more interactions than we typically would and, invariably, disability will combine with an assumption of need resulting in awkward

Bravery

To people this from Dave Hingburger not from team at  sans.  He is  educating  telling people not right what people do to people with disabilities on stories of bathroom stories not to embarrass people but to teach the right then wrong in couple story warning viewers k San manager Again with the toilet. We’d done our shopping. I stayed with our bags while Joe went off to pee, then he

The Key to Unlocked Doors

To people this from Dave Hingburger not from team at  sans.  He is  educating  telling people not right what people do to people with disabilities on stories of bathroom stories not to embarrass people but to teach the right then wrong in couple story warning viewers k San manager As stories regarding disability often do, it starts with needing to use the loo. We are in a huge mall and

Bursting Aloneness

Instant validation. Sudden connection. Aloneness disappears. So much can happen, in an instant, when disabled people and their allies share stories. When we got off the plane, I handed Joe the cushion, which we’d carried on board and he put it in place. Beside him was a woman who was industriously and efficiently reassembling the wheelchair her son used. He stood, cautiously and carefully, braced against a wall. Once she

He Backed Up

OK so I flew off the handle. I haven’t gotten so pissed off so quickly in such a long time. I was asking someone about the disabled parking to see if we were in the right part of the parking lot, the part that belonged to their business, and if not, what did we miss. It turned out that the answer was that we were in the right spot and

My Fate Mattered

It was late when we checked into the hotel. We ran into a lot of delays and I’m delighted to say that none of them were disability related, we simply shared the frustrations of the crowds. That may sound odd but sometimes I’m glad that its not about me, my chair or what I’m able to do. After checking in the hotel clerk came round to where I was sitting

Here We Go

We travel today. That means, hotels and rental cars airports and long flights. That also means a long litany of worries and stresses that come, not from travel, but from being a disabled traveler. There is so much trust involved. That the car will be the kind of car we ordered, not an upgrade, not a downgrade. That the room will be the kind we ordered, the kind I can

A Little Boy Is Dead

A nine year old boy came out to his mother. She loved him anyway. A nine year old boy comes out at school. They tease him brutally. For four days. Horribly hurt and frightened, he kills himself. This just happened. *** We went to see a play, a musical, wherein in an opening scene the male cast members come on stage shirtless wearing only a towel. (a little boy is

My Microphone

Date Night 3 I was pushing up the ramp at the front of the hotel when one of the valets noticed me and headed towards me. Seconds after he launched himself in my direction he was saying, “I’ll help you there sir.” I said “No” and the perpetual conversation started he didn’t mind, I did. Joe usually protects me from these incidents by walking behind me and blocking people’s access

The Journey Home

date night 2 She walked away swearing, calling us names, and we continued chatting. Growing up gay, living with or around disability makes coping with anger at our public presence a necessity. Our conversation was coming to an end, all caught up again, and we were about to part and then something happened. But first, some background. When we first met he we were both a bit shocked at his

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