I noticed being noticed because I’m noticed all the time. But I was followed in a store by a mother and a boy of about 8. They were watching me grocery shop on Thanksgiving. Joe puts things in a cart, I put things in a bag behind me, then we empty my bag onto the cart for payment. It’s a natural and easy process for us.
I had been over looking at the Tofurky roast when I noticed a ‘new product’ announcement for a Veggie Ham roast.
“Do I celebrate Thanksgiving,” I responded. “Of course I do, I have so much to be thankful for.
“That’s part of it I said but it’s because we have people coming over for dinner and my husband and I are cooking up a feast.”
“You have a husband?” he asked.
That sent him feeling over to his mom, “He has a wheelchair and a husband mom, and he’s not sad.”
Would someone in a wheelchair celebrate thanksgiving? What a question. What assumptions made.
Yeah, we do.
The public perception of disability as a lonely, sad, life, is so strong and so enduring, I’m not sure why and I’m not sure who benefits, because someone does … and it ain’t us.