Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Disabled people want their rights, but not the responsibilities that come with it.

It is very interesting that I have heard this phrase twice this month and never before. Two different people said this on two different occasions. The first person, is a service coordinator that is deaf her self. The second person is a great disabilities advocate, which has C.P. him self.

I hope they are not trying to tell me that I have been slacking on my King Gimp duties. I would like to think that I have been holding up on my end of the deal. Even thou at times my crown becomes thorny, I do want can to obtain the answers. When I don’t I seek them out, or point in right direction to find the right wizard.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

This is Why Gimps Get Peeved at society.

I went to work with Dena and at the end of her shift, she had to run a quick arien. I was waiting for her to get back in the lobby, at max she was gone for 20 minutes. The building staff started to get nervous. I started to get closer to the stairs to tell them, Dena would be back. They started to get all freaky that, I was going to fall down the stairs. As soon as I heard this I backed away from the stairs.

You would think they could make the connection since I moved when they expressed their concerns. The doorman said he had to stay with me, as if I needed a baby sitter. I was getting mad so I tried to remove myself from the situation, because this is Dena’s place of work. So I went back up stairs to her friend’s apartment and sat in the hall until Dena returned and the doorman followed me.

I was getting upset; Dena has worked in this building for 5 years. So they knew who I am and I am sure they have heard about me none stop.

Dena still had to unload the car and go up five floors, so that takes time. I am sitting out front waiting for Dena unloading around back. The next thing I see is a police car pull up and sure enough it was about me. They said it was over concern that I was cold, since it was a chilly night. At least this time the police talk to me and saw that I was all right.

This was so ridiculous, when I do need help, people will act like they cannot see me. When it becomes a question of responsibility, or effect their pockets they want me gone.