Thursday, August 27, 2015
I swung my chair around and said to Joe, with the loudness that anger gives voices, “Did you see that? Did you see that?” The two women who had blocked my path stopped at their car, looking back at me, questions in their eyes. They had no idea why I was upset.”There is the assumption, always the assumption, that the disabled person is in the way. IN THE WAY|!!! That poor woman with a walker was made to feel as if she was the problem, that she was in the way. I know exactly, EXACTLY how she feels. Those two women,” who were still listening, “stepped into the flow of traffic, expected everyone to move for them, never thinking that maybe it was they who were creating the problem. No they identified a disabled woman who WASN’T IN THE WAY as the problem.
They TOUCHED| her, PULLED AT HER, made her the problem. What the hell is wrong with non-disabled people anyways.
Why do they assume all space is theirs and any we disabled people take up is somehow STOLEN FROM THEM?”
Somewhere in that rant they got in their car. But they didn’t drive away. They sat there talking animatedly with each other.
I don’t know what they said to each other. I probably don’t want to know.
But I hope it was anything that follows first realization and then the words, “OH MY GOD …”