Wheelchairs aren't people, they are equipment.

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Stupid rant, I don’t care, I’m just annoyed. I mean, I deal with flavors of this kind of behavior figuratively (I’m using “figuratively” to mean “literally” as to not confuse anyone because of the recent language changes being made ;)) every single day, but I had the proverbial straw break my proverbial back. This really wasn’t anything bad natured, mean, unkind or anything, so please bear with me. This was more of a cumulative reaction I had more than the individual experience itself.

Anyway, I visited my new dentist for the first time last week. Now, everywhere I go, I am accustomed to people being very, idk, hovering and wanting to help me in any way they can and just whatever. I’m used to it, it happens everywhere. I just firmly, friendly and confidently let whoever know that I am more than capable of handling whatever it is I am doing (getting into the dentist’s chair, for example) but thank you. This more than usually proceeds unhindered. Well, when I was going to get into the dental chair at the beginning of my appointment, I was approached (quite closesly, I might add, a bit too close for my comfort) by the dental hygienist and asked if I needed some help. Rather than waste time by stopping and answering her, I just hopped into the seat and looked up and smiled and said, “no thanks”. “Wow, good job!” “You got it!” My eyes glazed over at that point because that’s my only real healthy? reaction when people start to treat me like a ten year old who did an extra good job cleaning his room. :wink: Because that happens more than most people would think.

Fast forward to the end of my appointment and this hygienist rolls my chair back to the spot where I direct her next to the dental chair. Again, she asks me if she can help me, but before I could even say anything, she goes on to tell me how she was pretty familiar with wheelchairs and how they were used and stuff, as she’s helped people in the past and even now. The person she has gleaned all of her wheelchair users abilities, needs/problems from had come from her 83-year old grandmother who, due to old age, had become stricken to a wheelchair over the past several years. So she “knew what I probably would need help with”. :dubious:

Now, this sort of just ridiculous, well-intentioned but no less disheartening, offensive and just deflating view of wheelchair-users is just so commonplace it makes me think that the actual human body sitting in that chair is completely interchangeable. As is the level of actual disability. The one constant is the wheelchair and that is all that a large, large swath of the population sees.

*One thing I should mention is I’m not talking about the general public being somehow able to know the physical capabilities of one wheelchair user over another. I understand that most people have no experience whatsoever with spinal cord injury and wheelchair users and I wouldn’t expect such informed knowledge just by looking at me. What I am saying is that, just like you wouldn’t say that because you married a black man and lived together for ten years and got to know his behaviors, intelligence and trustworthiness, that you know the behaviors, intelligence and trustworthiness of all black men; you wouldn’t say that because you cared for your geriatric grandmother who became bound to a wheelchair, and became familiar with her abilities, problems, needs and limitations, that you know, understand and are familiar with the abilities, problems, needs and limitations of everyone who uses a wheelchair.

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So, we’re bad if we offer to help. Doesn’t seem to be a very nice attitude.

Is that what you got from reading my OP??

It had nothing to do with the simple fact that she offered help. As I noted at the beginning of my OP, I experience that every single day and don’t mind it. It was her comparison to me to her 83 year old grandmother. I can’t believe you didn’t read it that way.

You mean you’re NOT an 83-year-old grandmother? Was I wrong about you! :wink:

She’s just trying to be nice, but is, like 90% of people, totally clueless.
Yes, it is annoying to you but it is your burden to bear. The only way to avoid it is to stop meeting new people. Do you want to do that? No. SO you have to deal with it. There are two ways to deal with it:
(1) glaze your eyes over when they speak. Don’t engage them. Grunt yes or no and get the conversation ended as quickly as possible.
That’s a dark way to live brother.
(2) Have some grace and realize that they are trying to help, and that, while they are clueless about you, realize there are some things you don’t know about their lives either. Smile and be nice.

Did you read his whole post?? That’s certainly not what I got out of it.

There’s your answer right there.

We don’t have experience with wheelchair users. Plain and simple.

Do you need help? Don’t you need help? Should I offer? Should I remain silent?

Most of us don’t have a clue and frankly it’s an awkward situation all around.

Cut us some slack. We really don’t know what to do or say. Honestly.

I hear what you’re saying, but I think you should give a pass to anyone in health care. They typically treat everyone like ten year olds, it’s part of the training.

I read the post. With all due respect for the OPs disability, it sure seems like you have to walk around eggshells when it comes to Ambivalid.

I don’t know, seems like common sense to me. When a dude comes into the office under his own power, is clearly in shape and otherwise strong as an ox, I would be damned offended for him if I heard some ditz compare his situation to that of her unhealthy, decrepit, ancient grandmother who could not even roll her own chair two feet.

I think he’s fine in the day-to-day. It’s when someone says or does something so tone-deaf as to be offensive. I can see it being very wearing on even the happiest personality when people constantly treat you like a drooling retard rather than completely capable and healthy productive person who’s legs just don’t work. It’s like being impressed that a hiker can carry their own backpack.

Just offer, “need anything?” And when the answer’s “nope,” just nod or say “okay,” and you both go on with your day.

Exactly. The OP was not complaining about offers of help; the related incident was just the most recent one of many. Why should someone have to always be cheerful and put up with patronising behaviour with nary a contrary thought?

Huh. People just read what they want to read in certain subjects; maybe subjects that they have realized are more ingrained, ubiquitous and insidious that many may not want to admit to themselves. I’m a confident, headstrong man who has not let anything stop me. If anything, i think that gives me one of the better pespective from which to observe. I know, from the bottom of my heart, that the overwhelming majority offers of help I get all the time come from a good, well-intentioned, there should be more ppl on the earth like, that ppl. It is not their intentions or their care that I would ever in a million years shun. It is the fact that she saw a strapping young man in the same way she saw a frail 83 year old woman. And assumed we would need the same levels of assistance.

This is just too silly and rather irrelavant to address. Youre a grown fucking man. Deal with it.

As a veteran of saying stupid things in my own life, it sounds to me like she was trying to do the adult version of a little kid exclaiming “look what I can do!” on the swings, i.e., “I am proud to tell you I am very experienced with and knowledfgeable of all manner of wheelchair user needs (because my grandmother used a wheelchair).”

About the “good job” comment when you hopped in the dentist’s chair: I sympathize with you and appreciate your polite handling of such comments more than you might expect.

I first went to Japan in 1984. I lived in Japan for five years. I have been married to two Japanese women and have eaten Japanese cooking in the Japanese custom for a combined total of about 30 years. You can imagine, then, that I am not a stranger to chopsticks, which in any case are not terribly difficult to learn how to use, anyways.

Our Japanese friends in the United States of many years are generally familiar with my long association and familiarity with Japan and Japanese customs, and we have eaten together any number of times

And yet in the last month two of our Japanese friends, on separate occasions, have suddenly felt it necessary to blurt out during meals, “My, you use chopsticks very well!” :smack:

(And no, it is not a case of the Japanese custom of praising someone somewhat extravagantly as encouragement when that person (me) is struggling to master a new skill. Being aware of this custom, after the first such instance I actually was a little insecure and the next day I asked my wife if somehow I was using my chopsticks awkwardly by Japanese standards, and she said no, of course not. And she would not hesitate to correct me if I was.)

As I know in both cases the “praise” was said sincerely and without malice, I let it slide, but I would be lying if I did not admit that I felt like saying, “And yes, I was just noticing how skillfully you have mastered the fork!”

So to the extent that it is more than a bit jarring to be praised for being able to do something that in your own mind rises to the level of tying your own shoes, I sympathize.

Dude, all of us can use whatever help we get in life, so take it with a glad heart.

Your handicap isn’t that you need a wheelchair, it’s because you’re an asshole.

I remember back when you had another username and all you talked about was your wreck (which caused your disability.) All the flack you got on the board caused you to back up and whoa and change your tack. But apparently not enough.

You’re ticked off because somebody empathized with you, and then tried to explain why when they noted your discomfort? All us gimps should be so lucky. A lot of us are at different levels of ability. All of us rail at the injustice of it all at some time or another but you can’t seem to get past the point of This Isn’t Me!

You need counseling for all your (understandable) anger so you can accept where you are, and figure out where you’re going to go with it. Believe it or not, I like your posts because I’m angry, too, and think I understand your disjointed comebacks. But I wish more for you. I hope you get beyond the petty and back into the big picture.

Exactly.

Thanks for some understanding here. I dont get it too often 'round these parts :wink:

One last thing: who tried to empathize? Who is this? Because every motherfucker whose every been s hot or broke his leg or was hurt in a diving ladder fall tries to empathize with me and tell me they know im going thru, they know what its like. Again, well meaning but internally nauseating

This post actually brightened my day. :p. I got one big round of laughs out of this twilight zone, “I’m a bitterly unhappy woman married to a closeted gay republican senator vitriol you posted!!” :eek: You do not know the first think about the politics of disability rights, ever-expanding educational opportunities, sociological debates, social inclusion ideas, legal fights and ever expanding inclusion into all segments of our society and culture that are taking fire right now as we speak. The motivation is there. The talent is there. The attention and funding, as of yet, is not.

*I honest-to-good did not have the slightest cue you disliked me Becky. None at all. I really had no opinion, other than a mildly positive “grandmotherly” feel. So im just gonna assume every one either hates me or dislikes me or merely tolerates me. Because I only bring my humor to this board. Anger would be something you would not being able to find from me here, despite th loud cries to the contrary.

Soooooo… This was all ado about NOTHING and no one has presented me with ONE SINGLE PIECE of fucking drama. So im done!

Petty?! Can you please point to me being petty? Please?

Okay. This. I get it.

It’s not petty to rant against that.

But there’s no way to avoid it. It sucks when you’re the 83 year old too. Nobody wants to be treated that way, or think of themselves that way. But it happens to just about everyone, sooner or later, one way or another, unless they die young and fast.

The way I deal with it is to pretend I’m in a South Park episode. People acting like that are cartoon characters. Then I change the channel or turn off the TV.

You’re alive, you’re young, and you’re strapping (whatever that is). Turn off the TV and get some sleep. Tomorrow, try to laugh about it. A week is too long to hang on to this.

Sorry, best I can do first thing in the morning.