I got home 15 minutes before the Carers were due, they were early, they arrived as I did.
The time I go to bed is already a compromise for me. To compromise further is frustrating. Not least when I haven’t planned for that compromise.
It comes down to the fact that no one expects disabled people to have plans. Our time is not respected, yet we are eternally supposed to respect others.
You wouldn’t like the amount of compromises disabled people have to make, on a daily basis just to live our lives. Never mind so that we can go out and have fun.
This wasn’t even the only compromise I made today. I sat on my own poo for hours. I was damp most of the day. And yes, I still had a great day. I don’t regret doing it. But it did cost me. Sometimes I just wish people would respect that.
The cinema is interesting, I can’t sit directly with those that go with. And yet today the seating put them out a little, they got to experience what I do every time we go
If people could just experience small amounts such the reality is that disabled people have to deal with I think they might look on our situations differently. Maybe that is too much hope. I don’t know.
I just wish I could have one day that didn’t feel like it was in some way, but my disability. A day where I could do what I want whenever I want to. Without having to consider other people, at every single point.
