You find out how difficult it is for disabled people getting out and about when you become disabled yourself, or are with some one who is, although temporary.
There are more people that will open the door for you, get out of your way, offer help than there are people that won’t. It’s very pleasing.
But, we are in the 7th week of her indoors being in plaster. She is either walking very short distances on crutches or I’m pushing her around in a cheap wheelchair we bought.
Get to the point man, two points actually:
Public houses/restaurants lock their disabled toilets, for reasons one manager could not explain. Wifey sets off to the toilet, a fare trek for a novice disabled person, only to come back saying the toilets are locked. I went over to the manager and was told you have to ask for the key.
I don’t know what disabled people get up to in the toilets that we able bodied don’t that warrants their toilets being locked. The manager had no idea either. It’s policy apparently.
Q….“What policy is that”?
Q…”No, I mean"……."never mind”
So a disabled person has to do double the journey, when they are less able to do so, to go for a piddle!!!!!
And now the good old
car drivers who have no consideration, they abandon their cars in all sorts of places, making it difficult for access for the disabled, they take up the disabled spaces when they are not entitled blah, blah, blah.
I took my wife to work this morning, pulled onto the car park and noticed three disabled and staff car parking spaces available next to the back door. An old bloke in a large Volvo SUV looking through his CD collection was parked across all three bays.
I sounded my horn, politely, no response, sounded it again, he looked up and then back down to his CD’s.
Out of the car,
with wifey giving me advice on how to deal with the gentleman.
I knocked on his window and he gently stirred, looked around for the window switch and pressed it, nothing. When he finally opened the window I asked him if he could move so I could park my car. He did without saying a word.
I helped my wife out of the car, glued her to her crutches and opened the door to the premises.
The old bloke found the window switch for his passenger side window and decided to apologise. It was my turn to say nothing.
I will look at disabled people differently now, I was considerate towards them before, but I feel if you walk a mile in some one else shoes you understand their predicament better.