WARNING – THIS POST CONTAINS STRONGER LANGUAGE THAN MOST OF MY POSTS USUALLY DO, SO IF YOU’RE OFFENDED BY THE USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE/DON’T WANT YOUR KIDS READING IT. CLOSE THE POST NOW.
Newsflash people, I’m in a wheelchair, I have physical and neurological disabilities and conditions. This doesn’t mean that I can’t communicate, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m any less entitled to breathe or be on this planet than you. Furthermore, if you’re going to park your car in the way of my wheelchair and stare at me like I’m trying to be entitled when I tell you off for parking on a goddamn pavement and pushing me onto the road, you bet your arse I’m going to lose it at you! You’re the one who is showing your privilege, and making sure I have to go out onto the road into oncoming traffic is just going to piss me the fuck off. You bet your sorry arse that it’s not going to be the end of what I have to say to you when your reply is “Well I’m just waiting for my husband.” You can move your fucking car back a grand total of two fucking feet to let me past you miserable bitch!
Now let’s move onto you, Mr I’m-So-Shitty-And-Privileged I’m going to park in front of a drop curb meant for disabled people in wheelchairs and those with prams and buggies to use instead of move a foot forward or backward on a repeat basis. Do you know how often you stop me being able to get straight to my home and make me go an extra ten to twenty minutes out of my way when I’m already in complete and utter agony? I will start leaving notes on your bloody 2016 Porsche that really doesn’t belong in our less than affluent area telling you what a fucking privileged dick you are.
As for you, the ones who talk to my sister and ignore me when I ask you a question because I’m sat in a wheelchair. If I am the one who asks you the question, why the hell do you give her the answer? Do you think I’m not able to comprehend you? Because seriously, I’m the one who damn well asked you if you had the fucking item in stock. And you look surprised when we decide to dump our shopping basket and go somewhere else to get our required items? Really?
Next up come the shops I used to love to frequent before I became unable to walk far. The ones who are now impossible to enter because they don’t have disabled access, and if we manage to get my chair through the door, my chair won’t fit past the racks. There are three charity shops in the entirety of my little town which is overrun with them that I can now get into and shop in safely. And considering they are all there for the benefit of people with disabilities and two of them I can’t shop in raise money for people like me, this makes me cringe.
Last but not least is the woman in a chain store famous for discount sports attire who looked at me in my wheelchair as if I had no right to be in the store at all as she was shopping with her friends. Now, I may be wrong on this, but don’t people in wheelchairs fucking wear clothes? Don’t we have the right to do what sports we can? Don’t we support sports teams? I often find trainers to be the easiest shoes to put on and take off, and I love wearing t-shirts. Plus this particular chain sells other shoes, and extremely nice coats at wonderful knock down prices making them affordable. Which I presume is why she and her rather well dressed friends were in there in the fucking first place!
In short people: