One thing a recent trip to Meijer made me realize is that I have become so programmed to react in a certain way when people come up to me and ask me if I need help (since the overwhelming majority of the time these offers are inappropriate and not in the least bit needed), I can have a hard time recognizing when a genuinely heartfelt and understandable offer is made to me. I mean, shit, the very last time I went to Meijer, one such inappropriate incident occurred.
But this time, a man was walking past me as I was bagging up my groceries. As he passed, he stopped and asked me if I needed a hand bringing my bags out to my car. Now, I only actually had two bags of stuff (plus my wheelchair backpack) but it was spread out over a bit of space and looked like more than it was. Now, once it was all bagged up, it was just going to be one of those hand-held carts on my lap and a thing of water in my backpack, so I didn’t need the help and I didn’t say anything rude to the guy when I shook my head “no” to him. But I had a decidedly annoyed look on my face, I’m sure.
But after the guy walked off, I got to thinking. He really did ask me a reasonable question. The help he was offering me was the sort of help I really DO find quite handy when I’m out doing what I need to do. I’m just not used to being offered that sort of help. The “help” I am used to being offered is the sort that is for things that are convenient for the person offering the help; things that will make that person feel as though they’ve done a “good deed”. In short, things for which I don’t need help. When I DO need help, however, I often find a shortage of volunteers. Because it’s not “convenient” help that I need. So when I actually encounter real empathy, I can misread it. Like I did at Meijer. And I felt bad. I wish I could go back and at least not have given the guy the annoyed look. I mean, I still would have declined his offer (it really wasn’t needed) but I definitely would have let him know it was appreciated.