I was reading a blog post by Gastradamus.wordpress.com about using a handicapped bathroom. I had to comment, but decided to write it here instead.
Bathrooms are usually accommodating but the real problem for people like me in a chair, are dressing rooms.
When you have a minute, get in a wheelchair, take a bra and go into a regular sized dressing room. The chair won’t fit in the door, so you’re stuck half way in. If you’re as lucky as I am, you have movement in your arms, but fasten a bra in the front and slide it around to pull up the straps. Getting the original bra you’re wearing off and then trying to get another one on, while banging your arms on the side of the chair and sides of the dressing room doorway is a feat. All the while trying to keep your shirt over your nude top so you’re not visible to all the customers is hilarious. Top it off with no air conditioning so you start to sweat and that makes it more difficult to get things on and off. Slipping a nylon bra around on damp skin is hard! I usually have my daughter nearby in case I need help, but she was elsewhere in the store. I’m not used to undressing in front of strangers, but would have asked an attendant to help if one existed. I finally gave up, hot and embarrassed, I came out of the dressing room area to find my daughter. She asked how did it fit? I said I’m never doing that again!
Needless to say I was done shopping for the day. I never feel more disabled than in a situation like that. And the bathroom thing? Kids are usually the ones taking the handicapped stalls, but that doesn’t bother me. One good thing about the urostomy, I can wait!😂
Able bodied people taking handicapped parking spaces really sets off my kids. Partly because they have to wheel me inside from the car. Unless a bigger vehicle is used, the regular wheelchair I roll myself is too large.
One night my grandson and I went to a movie in the mall. When it was over the doors to where we parked were locked. Both having a sense of humor, we laughed as he ran me all the way around the mall parking lot to his car. It was practically deserted and a mall guard drove by us, but never checked us out. Guess we looked like we were okay.
I’m not writing this to admonish anyone who uses a parking space or bathroom that’s marked for the handicapped. I hope you get a laugh out of the bra situation. My grandson thinks it’s hilarious to fly me around in the wheelchair, so no worries there. I’ve said before, life is funny if you let it be.