Hospital Settings and the Lack of Rights

This weekend my son added to his growing collection of stitches. On Friday afternoon I received a call from the school nurse that I needed to pick him up ASAP because he had just cut himself and would need stitches to close the laceration. I left home immediately and had no trouble finding the nurses office--I simply followed the blood trail my son left behind him. After a few minutes the nurse walked me and my son to our car and wished us well. Within 20 minutes we arrived at the local ER. This is all very ordinary--that is until we entered the hospital. The first person we met was the triage nurse who directed each and every question to my son and seemed perplexed by my presence. In a questioning tone she asked "You are his father?" Yes I answered and after she took a quick look at my son's wound we were directed to the waiting room. The next person we met looked equally perplexed and asked "Who is the patient?" This was decidedly odd given the fact my son had a fresh bandage wrapped around his hand. Then he too asked "Are you his father?" Again I answered yes and this reply really confused him. This man then asked "So, you are his parent and legal guardian?" I realized then that the question was directed to my son and a patern quickly developed. Each person we spoke to asked me if I was the father and then proceeded to ignore me.

While in the ER my son was asked questions that should have been directed to me--like "what is the name of your insurance carrier?" No child knows the answer to this question nor should they be expected to. Very quickly I realized I was perceived to be somehow less human--not sentient. My ability to parent was openly questioned as was my competence. I have no doubt most of those I met felt bad for my son--the poor kid needs stitches and needs to care for his crippled father. Not once did it dawn on those working in the ER that I could be good parent.

Over the last few days my experience has led me to wonder if other disabled parents have had similar problems--this was not the first time my ability to care for my son has been called into question by strangers. The trip to the ER also made me think about the problems disabled people encounter when they try to direct their own health care choices (see a recent post on Gimp Parade). This weekend reinforced my deep concern about what will happen to me when I get sick. Will some doctor assume my life has less value because I cannot walk? If so, am I going to receive substandard care. The sad fact is that many in the medical community preceive disabled people to be failures. This perception can affect medical care and I for one am deeply worried when I am hospitalized. I worry first about my rights as a human and secondly about the care I will receive.