My niece was stopped in the corridor at school by a teacher who shouted “are you deaf or something?”
My niece removed her hearing aids, slowly.
Not all handicaps are visible. I know someone, quite young (mid-30s) and very healthy-looking. But she has a bad tension: if she stays standing for too long, it’s very uncomfortable and she may even faint. Older people feel entitled to take her seat and don’t understand when she refuse.
If someone is taking a spot I’m going to default with the assumption that they need it for some reason. It’s an honor code and you hope most using the spaces aren’t abusing the privilege.
Cool, yet a shitton of other people will give you bad looks. Once two grandmas were sitting behind me and loudly shittalking about the “ungrateful young people not giving their spot”.
When people do that just start shit talking about old cunts who don’t mind their business. Casually mention an ad for coffins you saw in the paper this morning to really get them going.
as a college student with arthritis I feel this one. still haven’t gotten used to asking for a seat on the bus
This is a crazy story and all, but I can’t help but notice that there are like 5 usernames on-screen for a single post, and I have no idea which is supposed to be the OP.
My personal rule is to never assume someone isn’t handicapped when in a disabled seat or parking etc. Disability comes in many forms, often invisible.
I used to be that guy, all self-righteous that someone could take a handicapped spot without visible disability, until someone called me on it. So embarrassing, but completely deserved and a valuable lesson
I don’t know if we can generalize from my personal experience but at the time, I leaned more conservative. My outrage was that someone broke the rules, was getting away with something unless someone called them on it. Of course now I understand the result is more important than the rules, that people can have all sorts of physical limitations, visible and invisible, that most people do the right thing most of the time, and “who am I to judge?”
My father-in-law has disabled vet plates, which helps avoid confusion, but to look at him you wouldn’t assume he’s disabled.
This reminds me of what happened to me many years ago. I was riding a moderately packed tram to school, still half asleep, when a guy came up to me and showed me an ID card. I thought he was a ticket inspector and so I look my pass and showed it to him. He nodded and went away.
Only after a few seconds my brain finally managed to decipher what was written on his card - that he’s disabled. So obviously I jumped up and lead him to my seat with apologies, but I found it hilarious how we both apparently misunderstood each of our ID’s, just in opposite directions.
Long time ago I witnessed a fight over who is more handicapped and thus allowed to sit on the handicapped space in a tram. It was… something.
Technically, the one who loses the fight should be the one who gets to use the seat.
I’m a big fan of the improvised weapon feat.
I hope she got him in the throat.
I was so hoping the second image was going to say “I threw my leg at some snarky bastard on the train”
This will sound weird when I start, but I promise if you read the whole thing it will make sense.
A while back (10, 12 years) I had major heart surgery. And so for a few weeks after I had problems doing some things, like walking for more than ten, fifteen minutes at a time, or sitting up right for more than five minutes.
But the doctors said I needed “exercise” (bastards) so my beloved and I would go out to the shops, and she’d made me walk (because she loved me) and we’d take a wheelchair with us.
Aside from the whole “walking” thing it was kind of fun, because imagine two people walking down the high street, pushing an empty wheelchair. One of them carrying a towel (and hugging it tightly) and the other walking slowly for no apparent reason. The number of strange and confused looks we got was really hilarious at times. Especially after I got tired and had to sit in the chair so she could push me for a while (which happened a lot, because of - you know - the surgery and the tired) and we saw someone who had seen us a few minutes earlier when I was up and walking about as if I was fine.
Needless to say I seldom, if ever, gave up my seat on the bus, train, bench or anywhere else if anyone asked. Even if the person asking was 101 years old. I did explain why, and no one argued with me, but sometimes I got some dirty looks for that as well. Because I looked young and fit with no physical injuries.
It wasn’t forever, and I never claimed to be disabled, and after eight or nine weeks I could bound about like a gazelle on heat. But those first few weeks? We got a lot of strange looks. And I know I said it was hilarious, but only because if I had decided to take offence then I would have whacked the wheelchair into so many people I probably would have been arrested :)
(The towel, if you were wondering, was for my chest. Having your chest cracked open and put back together hurts a lot, but then if you sneeze or cough oh my sweet fucking god it hurts so much more. Putting a towel against it mitigates it some but still – fucking ow!!)
Having cracked a rib while also having bronchitis, I empathize. I was carrying a pillow around for a similar purpose.
So many confused like from everyone.Can’t imagine how much worse the post-surgery must hurt.
The towel thing is very relatable, they gave me one after I got my first pacemaker. I was coughing a lot after the surgery and it was horrible, every time I coughed it hurt so much. I’m lucky that I’ve never been asked to give up my seat in a train, because I’m not sure if I’d have the confidence to say no.
Having had this condition since I was born, confidence isn’t a problem at this point. If I think I need to stay seated, I just look them in the eye and say “no”.
The only time I am willing to not do this (willing not do this? You get the idea) is if I genuinely believe the person asking is in more need than me at the given time, because – you know – the greater good :)
same here, kinda. I was born with it but noone knew about it until the first incident when I was 11, and only really started affecting my day to day life a while after that, but I don’t really remember a time before that
