Being stared at, mocked openly & teased are things that sadly I am getting used to since becoming disabled 4 years ago. I always expected the sneering remarks to come from kids and teenagers, but I never in a million years expected to be castigated for using disability aids by adults, even the “professional” types, who all just treat me with impatience, disdain and disrespect.
I can unfortunately relate to this blogger’s sad tale, and agree that more should be done to stamp out this nasty negative attitude to disability and the disabled.
“Asylums with doors open wide,
Where people had paid to see inside,
For entertainment they watch his body twist,
Behind his eyes he says, ‘I still exist.’” – Atrocity Exhibition – Joy Division
It is sad to say that many of us who have a disability or impairment will be able to recall experiences of having been bullied, picked on, singled out and abused, both verbally and physically, as we go about our lives. Would it be fair to say that we often take this abuse as being a ‘normal’ part of our daily routine, experiences that we have perhaps come to expect and, in the eyes of many as I will explain, something we should ‘put up’ with?
The ‘incident’ that inspired this article occurred on Saturday 14th March 2015. My partner and I were waiting to catch a train to Euston from Watford High Street Overground Station…
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