So, I’m 33. When you look at me and it’s a good day I can just about walk slowly. Now let’s be honest it’s pretty shitty having the mind of a 33 year old with a body of a 90 year old. So your brain thinks you can go kayaking and your body’s like f* that right off.
So when I’m having a crap day... which means I’m totally high on painkillers, I’ve not slept a wink, I’ve spent the entire night walking around the street like a crazy person and done so much darn meditation, yoga that I’m on my last legs. And nothing’s stopping the stabbing, piercing, gnawing pain that is very much my existence at the time . The last thing I need is some twit looking at me like why are you in a disabled parking spot
Don’t fecking judge me!!!
if I don’t fall out of my car onto my face and crawl across the floor it does not mean I’m not suffering or not classed as disabled.
Some people wear their disability others hide it well. Some times it’s obvious other times you wouldn’t have a clue.
We as humans are so unbelievably un compassionate it’s shocking. If you can’t help someone, or ease someone’s suffering then mind your damn business.
Sorry had to get that off my chest.
Had some dipshit lay into me today about my use of a disabled parking bay.
Am I disabled yes. Did I ask for it! No
Do I want to get better and be able to walk from the furthest parking space available in the supermarket.. hell yes.
We all suffer in our own way. Give a smile, some love and be kind. Simples.