Re: Ignorant Slobs at concerts
KentDB741
location: Buffalo, New York USA
listening to: The sweet music of YES
registered: 2001.11.12
posts: 1355
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Kelly:I am now 41.75 years old, and for the first 32 years of my life I
was relatively normal physically, considering I had been born with
Hemophilia. So, ten years ago as I am walking my pet wolf
MOLSON GOLDEN back from the beach, I was run down by a
drunken hit-and-run driver.To say my world changed goes far beyond the inconvenience of
actually getting around.The humiliation I am talking about is nothing in my own head,
mind you. It is in the way I am treated by the majority of people
who are so ignorant they don't even realize they are insulting me
in some major way.Here are a couple of examples:01) My wife and I are out buying me a pair of sneakers. The clerk
at the shoe store does not look me in the eye, and addresses all
her questions (for me) to Paula, like I have some kind of MENTAL
disability. (I don't, I have a 188 I.Q.!!)02) I have to go to a doctor's office to be examined for my federal
disability case. The doctor's office is on the third floor of a
building that had NO ELEVATOR.03) No matter where I go (no exceptions) little kids seven and
under are completely freaked out by the sight of a wheelchiar or
by a person in a wheelchair.04) Then there is the matter of the concerts. I have to disagree
with you on your comment. Wheelchair seating has absolutely
nothing to do with being able to sell more tickets. What it has to do with is the larger societies problems with
encouraging physical prowess. Sports, jocks, and all that. I have
spoken to many disabled people about this over my lifetime, and
that was their feelings, to which I have sadly come to agree.
Unless you are some big, dumb jock, you are undesirable. If you
are fucked up physically, you are completely worthless.This is humiliating because it is a completely unnecessary part of
my travels these days --- however, these are issues I encounter
most every time I go anywhere.So, I stay home in all of my full-blown agoraphobia.Everything changed as soon as the QUICKIE came into my life. Peace and Prayers,
Kent Daniel Bentkowski
Buffalo, New York USA
K
KentDB741
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Kelly:I am now 41.75 years old, and for the first 32 years of my life I
was relatively normal physically, considering I had been born with
Hemophilia. So, ten years ago as I am walking my pet wolf
MOLSON GOLDEN back from the beach, I was run down by a
drunken hit-and-run driver.To say my world changed goes far beyond the inconvenience of
actually getting around.The humiliation I am talking about is nothing in my own head,
mind you. It is in the way I am treated by the majority of people
who are so ignorant they don't even realize they are insulting me
in some major way.Here are a couple of examples:01) My wife and I are out buying me a pair of sneakers. The clerk
at the shoe store does not look me in the eye, and addresses all
her questions (for me) to Paula, like I have some kind of MENTAL
disability. (I don't, I have a 188 I.Q.!!)02) I have to go to a doctor's office to be examined for my federal
disability case. The doctor's office is on the third floor of a
building that had NO ELEVATOR.03) No matter where I go (no exceptions) little kids seven and
under are completely freaked out by the sight of a wheelchiar or
by a person in a wheelchair.04) Then there is the matter of the concerts. I have to disagree
with you on your comment. Wheelchair seating has absolutely
nothing to do with being able to sell more tickets. What it has to do with is the larger societies problems with
encouraging physical prowess. Sports, jocks, and all that. I have
spoken to many disabled people about this over my lifetime, and
that was their feelings, to which I have sadly come to agree.
Unless you are some big, dumb jock, you are undesirable. If you
are fucked up physically, you are completely worthless.This is humiliating because it is a completely unnecessary part of
my travels these days --- however, these are issues I encounter
most every time I go anywhere.So, I stay home in all of my full-blown agoraphobia.Everything changed as soon as the QUICKIE came into my life. Peace and Prayers,
Kent Daniel Bentkowski
Buffalo, New York USA
