Warning: Contents Under Pressure, Sarcasm May Escape
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Yesterday was Day Two of my girls only shopping adventures with my awesome friend in Virginia. I promised myself that while I was down here I would not allow myself to feel guilty for spending money on myself and for shopping in stores other than Walmart, Target, and the Salvation Army. The money I am spending is a portion of the one time payment I received from the Virginia Retirement System, basically a return on the money my district paid them towards my future retirement since I am now considered fully disabled. Money also went to paying for AFOs, towards my wheelchair, towards shoes to fit over my AFOs, towards a warm winter coat that works with a wheelchair, and a few medical bills as well as other necessities. Anyway, back on topic. Yesterday we first spent about an hour in Ulta which, until I met my friend, would have been torture but since her girly girl ways are contagious I am now very interested in makeup and nail polish and all that stuff. I needed to replace my makeup because most of that stuff is clearly marked with a 9-12 month shelf life and I have been using mine for about 2 years. Considering my immune system sucks, I think I need to pay attention to those things - especially things near my eyes. I do wash my makeup brushes once a month. After buying a good portion of the store, we ventured to Borders. As I was wandering around the store (I picked up the most awesome skull graffitti messenger bag for my wheelchair that will hold my laptop and is way more my style), a store worker who had already asked me twice if I needed any help stopped me again. Then she opened her mouth and the stupid fell out. "You sure are doing a great job wheeling around the store today!" She was full of some sort of combination of fake enthusiasm and pity and excitement that she thought she knew the perfect thing to say. Biting my tongue hard enough to attract vampires within a 5 mile radius, I waited until she has gotten out of hearing range before giving in to my need to respond. "And wow, you sure are doing a wonderful job walking today! Those steps are so even and fluent! Your gait so reciprocal!" Ugh!! I may be a little testy on this issue, but I hear the same comment over an over and it is a bit degrading - like it is amazing that I can continue to live my life even though I am reliant upon a wheelchair for mobility. I could understand if I was doing wheelies or 360s or other tricks, but my bag of tricks is shallow and empty. Most of the time I am pretty good about keeping the sarcasm inwards, but every so often it escapes. I need a sign for my wheelchair that says something like "Warning, Risk of Sarcasm" and "Legs dysfunctional but the brain still works". :)
October 17, 2009 at 12:12 PM
I wonder what would of happened if you said,"ask me again and I'll share my tazer skills with you!"
October 18, 2009 at 8:18 PM
Stacey's question is good feeling, but you did better attracting the vampires. (skull is more your style? ugh. maternal response again.) I could support a sign with that last sentence. Still, I think we forget that many with a nice reciprocal gait have some cortical limitations also.
See my comment on this post
http://ralphcrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/psa-what-not-to-say-day-14.html
October 20, 2009 at 3:03 PM
LOL I have eclectic, hard to pin down preferences in most things in life but people who know me well can look at something and say whether or not it "is me" with pretty good accuracy. For example, in clothes I like a combination of classic preppy and slightly edgy, and always with funky and fun socks. I like challenging people's conception of me and never being able to be defined.
I do need to have a good prepared response for people who accidentally let their ignorance show, but I am always so tempted in the moment by the sarcastic comments that rise to the surface. I blame the Irish German Redhead temper for that one. :)
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