tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post914620882845947352..comments2024-03-16T16:44:18.220-07:00Comments on Bad Cripple: Micro Aggression's Rampant December Presence william Peacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00223601480542461802noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-1672983366174244552015-12-27T13:07:11.236-08:002015-12-27T13:07:11.236-08:00Wow. I'm glad I read your blog. I was taught t...Wow. I'm glad I read your blog. I was taught that people in a wheelchair might feel left out or ignored, so I should be nice and say hello to them. To make them feel a part of everything. To show them that I see THEM, and not just the wheelchair.<br /><br />It never occurred to me that they might feel conspicuous and would prefer to be ignored - just like "everybody else." (Although my mother never ignored anybody, she would talk to a lamp post! It used to embarrass me.)<br /><br />I don't usually offer to help a disabled person unless they appear to be struggling or actually having difficulty. (I ASK if they could use a hand, I don't just butt in.) But I would offer the same help to a mother trying to manipulate a stroller through a doorway, or a shopper having trouble getting a large package out the door or into his trunk.<br /><br />Thanks for the education. Try not to get too angry with someone who doesn't understand what it's like to be in a wheelchair, because they've never been in one. And maybe it will be someone like my mother, who was just so friendly she couldn't help but say hello to (or actually start talking to) total strangers nearby, wheelchair or not. I miss her a lot.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10676913339901984883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556371561007953336.post-19238227455134000602015-12-21T03:21:02.748-08:002015-12-21T03:21:02.748-08:00For what's its worth, I never inquire about wh...For what's its worth, I never inquire about why someone is disabled, because quite frankly, it's none of my business. I (usually) ignore similar questions about myself from people who don't know me (I have a neuro-muscular disorder called C.M.T. that mostly affects my hands). Like you, if I want help doing something, I'll ask. Otherwise, leave me to my own devices.G. B. Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09783331838434598963noreply@blogger.com