Flora wrote:I have had some evil looks when I come out of a disabled loo, and once had someone tell me that they are not for people with broken legs, they are there for proper disabled people. Did feel like biting her head off, but managed to get away with just saying that I need the handrails as I have an inherited condition. That shut her up! :boxer:
On a good day I don't mind the comments so much, but being stared at really bugs me.
Llaurin wrote:Went to the local 'bendy' meet on Saturday, then on Saturday afternoon sitting with my mum she said "I don't know if it's a good idea you going to meet those people. I mean, they've all got crutches and wheelchairs and you're not that bad"
No, mum, I'm not that bad. I hide from you how much I hurt; you've never seen me use a stick as I can normally manage round the shops with you; you don't notice my knee braces under my jeans; you don't know I lie awake for hours waiting for my TENS and the meds to kick in enough for me to be able to sleep. I am lucky because so far I can still walk unaided most of the time. You have enough on your plate and I don't want to worry you until it becomes unavoidable.
But apart from that, I meet "those people" because they're nice, because I like chatting with them. Her own mum, my nan, had motor neurone disease; you'd think she'd have more understanding.
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