I am currently sitting in the waiting room with for my dad’s medical paperwork appointment. Walking in there was a parent getting hand sanitizer before me, when his kids and partner walking up from behind went past me. This is not uncommon as I walk a bit slower with my cane, painfull knee and fibro. What got me wanting to write this post was the fact that their child, around age 12 I would guess started stomping loudly on the grate in front of us and then asked if he could get some sanitizer as well. I didn’t hear a confirmation as I was hobbling onward but what happen next was a clear sign he got the answer he was looking for.
As I was half way across the grate into the hospital I was abruptly cut off by the child racing aforeme. When I say that he was close I mean I was a quarter of an inch from smashing into him and splaying him on the floor. You see, I am solid for the most part and my many years of working with children in a care center has taught me to use my feet and legs in ways that I assume tight rope walkers would use to balance and keep firm all at once. It was happening so fast that I was barely able to react but screamed out, “Jes-s” and know that all in the small entry way heard me.
The fact that parents don’t teach their offspring to be respectful of the disabled is beyond me. I am visibly disabled (and have invisable disabilities as well) and walking for me is impaired. When I had to stop abruptley my bad knee was jarred. Now for an able bodied person this would maybe be a pain for a couple hours or so. For me, a chronically ill and disabled person with fibro (over active nerves) this will last me for a day or more. I will need to take medication for the swelling and use ice or hot packs to control the pain.
It is worth taking a moment to teach your spawn that their are other people in the world and that they need to respect their space. This was not the last parent/child issue that I was met with that day. When we were all checked in and sitting I took to starting this post (now finishing several hours later) and while I was in the waiting room at a safe distance from all the children and other people I heard a mother speaking to her child aloud in one of those annoying sing songy voices where you clearly know that they are speaking to someone else but adressing the child. She spoke, “You won’t be having any screen time. We want your brain whole.”
I didn’t look up but I was completely done with how entitled and rude parents were being that day. My dad was oblivious to it all. He loves children and will gladly stop and talk with them and a parent. I would rather jar my knee twice a month for three years than hear the sickening lull of how precious their germy, “unique” child is and what parenting style they use. Mostly because I am childfree by choice but also because nearly every time I hear a parent open their mouth it is filled with retoric, incorrect information and bias. So, I tend to steer clear lest I ruffle the thin feathers of a parent. But I would say, however, that it is imparitive that if you are a parent you have to teach your children that not every one is the same. Disabled people exhist and they have to be respectful of their space and energy as it is precious.