I live here now, thoughts on loosing able bodied privilege (Part One)
Posted by Philomela on May 11, 2008
I have something or several things wrong with my legs, it hasn’t been exactly clarified what yet, but the symptoms are pain in the joints of my feet, knees and ankles and cramping and spasming in my leg muscles, the pain has been increasing for about four years now and it has got to the point that I need a mobility aid of some sort if i want to go any distance or go anywhere that would usually involve standing up/queuing/waiting
And it kind of struck me what an absolute pain in the arse the whole thing, is, not actually being disabled, i can mostly deal with that (thought I’d like not to wake up with such bad leg cramps that they make me cry like they did last night thanks) but living in a world that wasn’t made for me, that ignores me or patronises me.
I went for a drink with some friends the other day and as I was taking my wheelchair for the first time we couldn’t go to any of our usual haunts because none of them are wheelchair accessible. and seriously I spent quite a long time online looking for somewhere we could go, I did find a list of wheelchair accessible pubs in the centre of Cardiff but half of them don’t have wheelchair accessible toilets, what is even the point of that? so wheelchair users can go there as long as they don’t need the loo!
Often I’ve found wheelchair accessible toilets are used as storage space anyway so its actually really hard to manoeuvre a wheelchair in there, I went to one pub in which the sanitary disposal bin was way out of arms length from the toilet, while this isn’t an issue for me because when I, infrequently, have a period, I use a moon cup, but what the hell is a woman who uses disposable sanitary protection supposed to do? personal I’d just flush it and not give a shit if it clogs the pipes but that’s not the point the point is theres a kind of “look at us and our accessibility, but we cant actually be bothered to think about what you need” mentality there. Getting into the same pub was pretty much impossible because there was enough of a step for me not to be able to wheel up it, a passer by had to help me.
Sometimes being obviously disabled turns me invisible, twice I’ve been on a train with my crutches and no seat and no one offered me their seat, and sometimes something about just being visibly disabled just pisses people of, they get this really defiant blank look on their faces, like I’m demanding something of them just by my presence.
Once I get fit enough in my arms using a manual wheelchair will actually be much, much easier for me than using crutches, because even with crutches I still have leg pain, but also because with crutches i cant hold anything, carry, anything, pick anything up, and maneuvering with crutches, for reasons to do with my spacial awareness and coordination issues, is actually more difficult for me than maneuvering a wheelchair
but apart from wheelchairs being harder to get into places many able bodied people seem to have an idea of a hierarchy of disability which has nothing to do with the disability itself but with the things you use to deal with the disability, using crutches seems to be seen as making me less disabled than me using a wheelchair, when actually the disabilities the same but I’m actually more able (or will be once I’ve increased the muscle strength and stamina in my arms) with my wheelchair
And then there are the times I am tacked on as an afterthought, by people who should know better, by people who are supposed to be on my side, people who are supposed to be fighting privileges, oppressions, power structures, tacked on as a “oh well if its accessible for you, you can come along” and that really fucking sucks, I am not by and large expecting the world to be on my side but I was expecting people who were supposed to be on my side to actually be on my side
All this has been one hell of a shock, it has really changed the way I think about people, about myself, about prejudice, privilege, power, its really made me think about the way I relate to other people with different oppressions from mine.

Zenobia said
Someone I know said the disabled toilet where he used to work was on the second floor, up a spiral staircase. I’m sure they could have fitted in a couple of fifty-foot ladders, a rope bridge, a few scary bugs, a swarthy high priest who rips people’s hearts out, screaming blonde with broken fingernail sound effects, a freewheeling minecart ride, and a reward of eyeball soup at the end, while they were at it.
Although I suspect the toilet was there for mainly legal reasons, so they could say they had it, all the while refusing to employ disabled people.
Raccoon said
Welcome to the world of the wheelchair!
I saw your post at Elizabeth’s blog, and rather than hijack over there, came over here.
Try SCI.Rutgers.edu and go to the exercise forum.
Winter said
I’m sure you’ll also get people implying that being in a chair is a bad thing and now you’re to be pitied even more, but in fact it’s a good thing that will make your life easier in a lot of ways.
It is shocking. Living a disabling world means that when you become disabled the world suddenly contracts. So now we can’t go to any of our favourite bars anymore because none of them are accessible.
I hadn’t realised just how difficult our paving system makes it for wheelchair users to get around independently. I mean, the kerbs! And the rubbish bags and crap everywhere.
Philomela said
Zenobia
you so watched indiana jones the other night didnt you!
yeah that sucks with the toilet up the stairs, i dont know how the hell they can get away with that
Racoon,thanks for the link, much apreciated.
Winter, yeah I know, the rubish bags really pissed me of, (though we should do a stunt team of how to fly out of a wheelchair when someone is trying to push you up a kerb! seemed hilarious at the time but we were quite drunk!)
Elizabeth is coresponding with me though on how to maximise my mobility with a wheelchair
Zenobia said
Zenobia
you so watched indiana jones the other night didnt you!
Nah, just when I was like eight and it traumatised me. That High Priest *shudder*.
Winter said
Winter, yeah I know, the rubish bags really pissed me of, (though we should do a stunt team of how to fly out of a wheelchair when someone is trying to push you up a kerb! seemed hilarious at the time but we were quite drunk!)
It did seem funny at the time, although in general almost being thrown out of your chair by drunken well-meaning friends might be a bit wearing!
Zenobia said
My brother used to go out with a severely disabled girl years ago (I think he was 16 and she was 18), and apparently her boyfriend before him used to get up to all sorts of Formula 1 stuff with her wheelchair, for ‘fun’, wheeling her around at top speed towards walls and stuff. Kind of the equivalent of the play-wrestling thing, except it must be especially terrifying if you physically can’t walk because your limbs are the size of a two-year-old’s.