I’ve come to the conclusion that I am amazing. I know that
you already knew this but let me explain myself.
There I was sat in a
waiting room, anticipating and praying for my name to be called out. This
wasn’t only because I’d been waiting for what seemed like an age but also
because I was sat next to the men’s toilet. Point number one: Boys smell. I was
waiting my turn when I spotted these two adult women staring into the distance
as if they had seen the Holy Grail. One said to the other “Wow, he’s a doctor,
amazing isn’t it?” the other replied “Great, amazing” in a manner which made me
believe George Clooney had reprised his role on ER and gone to med school. It
wasn’t George Clooney. Nor was it a twelve year old doctor who had graduated
university at the age of nine, won the noble prize at ten and gone on to work
for the NHS. The doctor they were gazing at was a twenty something newly
qualified doctor who was on his way down the hall with stethoscope wrapped around
his neck. He wore glasses and a name badge but this wasn’t the massive hoo har.
He was in a wheelchair. Leaping lizards, I bet he does his shopping on his own
too!
It seems that there is a percentage of the public, who upon
seeing a disabled person mixed into the harsh reality of life, think that they
are brilliant. The world is accepting people
with disabilities into life more than ever at the moment however sometimes you
get the impression that some people still
seem to think that the rightful place for a disabled person is at home or out
with a carer.
Before I get emails complaining that I’m tarring every able
person with the same brush, I’m not. My friends, family and the majority of
people I don’t even know don’t see me or anyone else in with a disability as
more then, uhm, people. Don’t be forced to expect less of people with disabilities.
As a footnote to this I would like to make a special shout
out to a lady at the clinic. This lady had volunteered to take an older woman
with Spina bifida to said clinic. I presume that they knew each other, possibly
neighbours. The lady in question was literally announcing to the hospital what
a good person she was. Yes, she probably was, it’s lovely that she came with
her friend however keep it down, love! Said woman then went on to run through
the waiting room shouting “Thank goodness I’ve got legs” as approximately
twelve people in wheelchairs looked on. The truth is we were all chuffed to
bits she had legs which so clearly worked; it meant she got away faster.