After a disastrous pump refill on Thursday – involving more than three needle sticks and a ton of discomfort – I ventured into the subway, coping all the time with St. Patrick’s Day parade goers. The train was crowded, but not terribly so. In any case, I stepped into the car, somehow expecting to get a seat.
I was sorely disappointed. When I decided where I should stand, I was met with quick glances at myself & my cane. Lots of looks, but lots of looks-away also. There were people staring at me, but no seat offered. I believe that everyone needs the seat now and then, but there is almost always someone who could, if they desired, stand and offer their seat to a disabled person.
Finally, a seat opened and a woman was making her way to it. I decided to ask for the spot. She looked at me as though I’d asked for her purse. (Sigh) What can I do? It astounds me every time I ride the train that there should EVER be an elderly or pregnant or disabled person left standing. I realize I am young. But I also realize that I am disabled.
With nowhere to sit…..
Peace & painlessness,