Then I was describing the kitchen, and the accessible feature, and the bathroom, and the accessible features, and the hallways and the doors and the flat entrance, and the ramp down to the ground in the back yard. All the while Scot is looking at me with a bemused look on his face. I suddenly realized why. He’s a wheelchair user, he KNOWS what an accessible apartment looks like and the adaptions made. I stopped and started to laugh. He joined in.
I’m so used to explaining to people what an accessible apartment is that it has become habit. Most people really have no idea that accessibility includes the kitchen and the bathroom, and the hallways and the doorways. Most people have no idea that inaccessibility isn’t just about ‘getting in’ but about ‘what you can do’ once you are in. There are lots of stores I can get into but because of displays and furniture placement, I can’t actually shop inside.
So, poor Scott, he had to listen to what he already knew. But though he teased me about explaining accessibility to him, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who knew it, who got it, and who understood why it was important. No explanation necessary.
Being there talking to him was like being able to relax and take a breath. No explanations necessary. Either about the accessible apartment. Or about the wait lists for them. Or about what moving means. Because of that, we changed the subject and started talking about a couple of the cute guys nearby.