Well, that was weird!
Today an old guy came up to me and told me that he hoped God would help me soon.
“With what?” I thought to myself, “waiting for my taxi?”
Now, I had just finished work for the day (for a very respectable organization I might add), so i was conservatively dressed (i.e my devil worshippers uniform was at home) and I wasn’t doing anything except standing there with Cecily, my walking frame.
I can only assume then that he meant that I needed help (and had the desire) to overcome my obvious disability.
It’s not the first time it has happened either. Once, when I was in a fruit and vegie shop with my mum another old guy (I seem to attract them) came up beside my wheelchair and told mum that one day God is going to come and get me out of that chair. Shame, I was quite comfortable.
I know this is well intentioned, but it is also incredibly sad. It posits the notion that I am not happy as I am and, worse, that being like me is so bad that I need to be fixed. I assure you, this is not the case.
I am not going to sit here and write about how great my life is because if you need to hear it, you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway.
Besides, I am far too busy having an awesome life.
Sure, after I have spent half an hour looking for something that was never lost. Or, I missed the end of the movie I’ve been waiting all year for because my hearing aid battery decided to die 15 minutes before the credits, I can find it (said disability) a tad irritating. But I wouldn’t be without it.
Hearing loss is great if you have a partner who snores. And ladies, how often have you been at a party enjoying a drink when someone comes around and offers you a delicious-looking canape which you can’t accept because there is nowhere to put your glass down and you’re already holding your bag. I don’t have that problem. Cecily has a storage compartment.
And, it’s big enough to carry that jacket that you knew you should never have brought as well!
Suddenly a walking frame doesn’t look like such a bad accessory after all. Does it?