I am struck by the commonality of experiences that go beyond the individual nature of disability, both in its type and despite our circumstances. It makes no difference who we are , right? Well yes, it does in some ways, but the experience of disability has many common grounds.
One day I turned onto the main street where I live and there was Michael Graves in his power chair, right in front of me. I followed him in my power chair. I had one question in mind: what was his experience going down that street like? How did it differ from mine as an unknown person?
I watched the reactions of people. A few greeted him. Some shook his hand. Others engaged him in brief conversations. He had an assistant with him. They went into a restaurant to eat and disappeared from sight after fifteen minutes.
But that wasn't all I was watching. I was watching to see how those who did not recognize him acted vis a vis him in his wheelchair.
And what stood out to me was that the same people who walked right in front of my power chair when I came near them, the same folks who stared at me - walked in front of him and stared at him.
Except because he led the way, they did it to him first. Then they acted the same way toward me. And, although I know this from traveling in groups of people in wheelchairs, it was a stark reminder that it is the wheelchair, not the person, that triggers the staring, etc.
And it's an amazing sight to see it in "serial" fashion - when they stare at person A in wheelchair, then person B. Or when they step right in front of several people in wheelchairs within a matter of minutes. Which brings to mind the question: what are people seeing? What really are they thinking when they act in certain ways?
It reminds me of the time I was in a hotel lobby traveling with about ten friends in wheelchairs. A patron looked around and said to a friend of mine "Where did you all come from?"
To which, without meeting a beat, my friend replied "There was a bad accident up on the highway."
We come from every walk of life (no pun intended), every strata of society, every level of income, education and every culture. We are citizens, refugees and immigrants. And, yes, some of us are famous before, after and/or during disability, while most of us are not.
What no one can see is that there is among us a commonality of experience from going down a street the way our disability moves us to, and being in the world, that deserves note. We are a vital part of the entire community and a community that recognizes that where we all come from is the same is richer for a curiosity about our being that goes beyond staring and obstruction.
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I think it's more obvious when a person does it to more than one disabled person in a short time. I found that validating a few times, that I wasn't imagining that someone was being "obstructionist" in their actions toward me. Some people don't realize that the way they interact can cause a lot of grief to people in wheelchairs and often it's those same people who generally think of wheelchairs as being in their way and not the other way around which is that some of their choices could be better with interacting.
I believe that after I had my experiences validated I was more willing to validate others too. I've met some pwd who really believe that it is always up to us to get out of everyone's way. But that makes getting around a real drag sometimes.
It's fascinating to watch double standards sometimes. At street corners drivers race me, block the pedestrian walk and cut me off, then often have to wait five or more minutes to pull out. They're pulled so far out and there is traffic coming from both directions so its dangerous when I have to ride around the front of their car, but of course I do that instead of just sitting and waiting. I see other pedestrians doing the same thing. The drivers don't pull back to clear the pedestrian lane and are not ticketed. But I've been ticketed for getting across in front of them, a sort of back handed patronizing slap.
obstructions in my life:
poles by accessible seating at the concert I saved up for two months
signs on sidewalks that jut out so I can't get by
lockers and shelves I need help with so I lug tons of stuff around all day
other kids thinking I have it so easy
their parents thinking I am cheating if I take my test differently
my parents thinking I can't do stuff I can that I do when they aren't around
summer camps that don't allow wheelchairs
pools I can't get in
but staring is the worst.
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