“When you’re sat on a regular chair you can’t tell that you’re disabled.”
I prayed and I prayed that my CP you would miss. It seems my prayer was answered. But now I wish it wasn’t.
I am Emma, not CP, but CP still affects me. My Prayer has changed, now I Pray that you will realise this.
What if I said this to you? I organised a trip and I’m sorry but I forget to check before I booked, and it turns out (surprise, surprise) that the boat can’t handle peole who don’t have disabilities. Wheelchairs yes, any sort. Sticks, walkers, mental impairments, mentally ill, hearing disabilities, visual impaired, all welcome. Able-bodied, *sharp intake of breath* no, love i’m sorry we don’t cater for them, no demand you see and the boat is listed - historical artefact can’t be adapted oh and really we just can’t be arsed to do it. The able-bodied just cannot go.
No, a lie they can go if they wish. But they must sit in a corner no bigger than [this] be seen and not heard but not really seen, have no drinks, no eats, no safety from the rain. You can’t get the loo well why did you think you would be able to, don’t you dare complain.
Basically that is what you’ve implied and said to me. If I said that to you it just wouldn’t do. Your shock and disappointment would be something everyone knew. As for me? I am disappointed but I’m not shocked. Somethings never change and so I miss out once again.
I'm an important part of the "team" at work I'm told but somehow you don't act like it. You tell me you wish I could go, that it’ll “Be Ok”. You tell me not to worry about it. But how can I not? Those steps may be only three, they may as well be thirty or three hundred, a step is a step. And that’s not wheelchair access. Oh how I love that concept “We have wheelchair access but three steps into the bar/restaurant/lounge/toilets” it’s not wheelchair access, it’s a barrier to me.
You can go and I can not. I briefly envy you then it comes to me that it’s not worth my grief. I could go if I were like you. But that would mean I didn’t have CP. And if I didn’t have CP, I wouldn’t be ME.
And if that’s what I must be to go, then quite frankly I’d rather not.