The other day I was at the grocery store and we locked ourselves out of the van so we had to wait for AAA at Starbucks. The security guard comes up to me and says “what’s your disability?”
I’m thinking “ here we go”
I say “ I have cerebral palsy”
He says, “ I used to teach kids with CP in the special Olympics, but not as bad as yours”
I say, “ I have a PhD in disability studies and teach at Asu”
The other day I was at the grocery store and we locked ourselves out of the van so we had to wait for AAA at Starbucks. The security guard comes up to me and says “what’s your disability?”
I’m thinking “ here we go”
I say “ I have cerebral palsy”
He says, “ I used to teach kids with CP in the special Olympics, but not as bad as yours”
I say, “ I have a PhD in disability studies and teach at Asu”
I am a Wheelchair user with a significant physical disability. I used to go and get a hot sandwich and a drink. The barista would happily cut my sandwiches into bite-size pieces and put it next to my useful hand, put my drink with a straw is it on the other side. Starbucks with my home away from home and it felt like a neighborhood coffee shop. now if I go in and pay twice as much for a drink, they don’t know who I am and they don’t care. I can’t imagine asking for a sandwich to be cut up. What happened?