What do you do when you’re told by the doctor that Degenerative Tissue prevents you from walking. How do you take that news? Personally? Privately? Publicly?
Do you cry, scream, put on an unhappy face? Stiff upper lip and all that nonsense?
I mean, seriously, what do you when your world collapses for the second or third time in a row?
This is what’s facing many of us older Americans who think and act young, but our bodies or limbs have
different ideas. What’s the use of having grandchildren if you can’t frolic in the autumn mist with them?
Our nation is conceived in health, beauty and wealth, but if one or all of the above don’t work, what’s
left for us? According to the recent polls on a former candidate mocking a fellow American with a disability,
However, I would like to point out that this former candidate isn’t the only one who mocks or bullies people
with disabilities. The apples don’t fall far from their trees. Handicapped individuals were exposed at birth
on a chilly hillside, left out in the cold or sold as slaves rather than bring up the offending human.
It began a long time ago, and even in today’s current mood, things really haven’t come a long ways baby.
Behavior versus Attitude
For attitudes to change about handicapped people, then people themselves must change their present
behavior. And from what I’ve seen and experienced so far, that’s not going to happen.
Our behavior hasn’t changed since we came down from the trees. The social environment has changed.
The politics and governments have changed. Attitudes have not changed. Two hundred years ago, people
suffering from Leprosy had to walk with a lantern and shout out, “Leprosy, Leprosy,” to warn the village
people that he or she was slimmed, and therefore shunned before God and man.
Yes, go ahead and laugh, but the rest of us aren’t laughing. We’re crying inside. I know when I’m relegated back
to the wheelchair people will begin to treat me like the village idiot or pretend I’m not there. I’ve had sales people
speak over my head or address me as an infant in arms. I’ve been shouted at, pushed away from counters, shoved,
or spoken about as if I didn’t exist, was heard of hearing, or couldn’t speak the President’s English.
It’s worse when you’re younger, although you do sprout a second skin to protect yourself from the bullying and out-
rageous behavior that follows when you’re in a wheelchair, an electric cart or some other form of wheeling you from
room to another room.
Children pick up their cues from their parents and be even worse.
Is there a way to avoid all this?
We could always split the country in half. Populate one half with the handicapped, wounded, and unpopular folk
while the rest of the nation can crowd into the healthy and God Forbid! side where one must remain mentally and
physically health for the remainder of their lives — which is a mean feat these days.
Back to me, right now, I’m walking with a limp with my fixed hinged brace on my leg and hope for the better.
But if worse happens, and with tissues degenerating faster than a speeding bullet, life may become
more interesting than it was before.
However, if you have bad and painful knees, please go to the doctor and get an opinion now. Perhaps,
you can avoid my fate.
Something for you all to think about and Act upon!