(Side note: some people don’t like ableds being used in this slightly slur way. That’s ok, they don’t have to like it. I use it this way when I’m cranky because I’m fucking sick of being expected to be a meek better person just because of disability.)
On one of my trips home from emergency in August or September 2024, I had to comfort the taxi driver.
After a bad situation (duh, who goes to emergency in an ambulance in a good situation), long waits, and the general bullshit you receive from poor quality emergency departments (my local hospital has a bad reputation for good reasons) … the last thing I wanted to fucking do was comfort an abled stranger.
But no, instead of taking a hint that I was not interested in talking, I got pressed continually to say I had been fixed.
Spoiler alert: I am not “fixed”.
Remember, disabled people are expected to perform ridiculous levels of meekness and gratitude in society. So .. no, I was not comfortable pushing back, let alone to someone who a) knows where I live and b) could deny me service I need in the future.
