This is my life, guy. I was sharing a frustrating, non-sensical accessibility issue I encountered last night in a bar. This is what life is like for millions of people, I’m just shining a little light on it. Ughhh…
Jamie, your world is much different than mine. I can’t imagine a place that suggested carrying someone up stairs to pee. I live in the sticks and many historic places are not wheel chair friendly. I go out with wheelchairMary about once a month. She has never told me stories like you do. She never has to be lifted up the stairs to be able to pee. She has never pooped her pants in public.
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe she has pooped and peed on herself, but from my time with her, she plans her outings so that she doesn’t need to embarrass herself.
I plan charity bike runs. I make sure that we have plenty of rest stops. WheelchairMary (which is her chosen road name) will follow us in her van and has never once needed to be carried up stairs.
You seem to be a nice and smart guy. We all have our tricks…I toss boxes and chase cats around. Your trick is to complain about how abused you are. Please find another trick because this one isn’t working.
Offers up kittens. And boxes. Nothing is better than kittens and boxes, afterall 
Please tell me what WheelchairMary would have done in the setting described in my post about the bar, had she been me (since she never needs to be carried up any stairs). Or are you saying I am making these stories up; making them up just because “WheelchairMary” hasn’t told you similar stuff? And here we seem to have more intentional misreading. I didn’t pee myself. I complained because of what I had to go through.
Wait…
Your previous name was innocuous, but you changed it to “ambivalid” to get away from the perception of being an annoying crippled guy?
I was going to tell you that I don’t care, but that would be a lie. I’m awake in the middle of the night to post about this. you must make me care and think enough to come back to my keyboard.
I can’t have babies. My stepdad raped me whenever we were alone and at age 14, I almost died because of an unfortunate tubal pregnancy. I ran away and lived in my car until I was old enough to join the air force. I could tell many stories about how bad it was back then. I could spend all of my time talking about being homeless and hungry.
Instead, I tell my tales about cats, about tossing boxes, about having hawt neighbors in their hot tub.
I don’t know if you are lieing, and I don’t really care. I do know that Mary lives in the sticks and has never had any of the experionces that you have, we talk about this and she laughs. I also know that one trick ponys aren’t very popular, which is why I share kitten and boxes stories.
Here’s a dog pic, incase you don’t like kitties.
My heart goes out to you for what you have endured, that is sincere. However what I am talking about is not just about myself, it’s about the state of handicap-access in our world. That’s why I ask, what would Wheelchair Mary do if she found herself in my predicament, because there was nothing special about me here, other than the fact that I am disabled. She very well could find herself in a similar scenario. Like I said, I am just shining a light on the sort of experiences that countless others go through all over the country every single day.
NEVER underestimate the power of a cuddly orange kitten:p:D
Flatlined, if you have a problem with Ambivalid, take it to the Pit. This thread is about his name change, and it is not the place to critique his choice of subjects to post about.
Thanks,
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
You should do a thought experiment with kittens and boxes.
Say what now? 
Please don’t put words in my mouth, champ.
-
Who doesn’t like kitties and what the hell are they doing on the internet?!!
-
Cute dog. I want to pet his little nose and kiss his sweet little face.
-
You make an excellent point, but focusing on other stuff isn’t necessarily the only way to cope with injustice and trauma. Some people take a look at their experience, recognize that they are not alone in that experience, and seek to change the system that allowed that experience to happen in the first place. While my entire life is not defined by my mental illness, I talk openly about it because I hate the stigma suffered by the mentally ill and find personal fulfillment in working to dismantle misconceptions and judgments to the best of my ability. I am not as willing to go there publicly/IRL with my own abuse experience, but some people who are sexually abused as children grow up to become vocal incest or rape activists.
I for one could never do that, but I’m not going to stand in the way of someone who does, because it contributes not only to that person’s own liberation but also to the liberation of others. To make real change, somebody has to be screaming through the bullhorn making people uncomfortable.
Now, there can be a fine line between an activist and a professional victim, and there are both effective and ineffective ways to go about that activism. But let’s assume for a moment that Ambivalid’s motive isn’t for people to like him, but to raise awareness about the shit people like him go through every day. If that’s the case I doubt he really cares whether he’s popular or not, and it’s possible, very possible, that he is motivated less by a ‘‘woe is me’’ and more by a ‘‘I’m mad as hell and not going to take this anymore.’’
…
Thank you for the reminder, twickster. I was out of line for this forum. It won’t happen again. I promise to never, ever open one of what’s his names thread again. Can I make it up with with kitteh pics?
I will always think of you as Handi-Capable.
Possibly Jack Handy-Capable.
“It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.”
How are we pronouncing this, Ambivalid?
Is it “am-BIV-uh-lid”, like invalid the noun, or “am-bee-VAL-id”, like invalid the adjective?
More like “Bambi” in pig-Latin.
The former, please. 
How is a handicapped super hero supposed to reach the top shelf? Are you trying to stir things up?