People need their ideas of how things should be like, it's safe.
I must confess though, I do tend to ask (not assume!) when someone visits me who has diabetes if he or she is allowed to eat/drink anything, so that if not, I can make sure to get something he or she is allowed to eat, because I'm not really sure about that. But I would never just assume stuff. I hate it when people assume things about me, so I try not to assume things about other people, if that makes sense.
The way people look at cripples, yes, it is frustrating at times.
Real conversation with a random stranger I once had: "Are you supposed to carry heavy bags?" "Yes. And you, are you supposed to meddle in other people's business? Great, then we're both doing what we're supposed to do. Now leave me the fuck alone."
It depends on my mood how frustrated I get. Sometimes I shrug, sometimes I reply in a less-than-polite way, sometimes I just leave to prevent myself from bashing someone's head in with my cane.
In all honesty, some people are nice about it and help or care in a non-meddling, friendly way like Wih and Bertie and Shipper did in London.
You know what else is really awful, that pain is invisible. I mean, if I said to my former department-head "I won't come to this-and-that excursion, pain's bad today", he would say "wow, ain't that convenient for you". I HATED HIM BEYOND WORDS and I still hope he will get an awful and VERY painful illness and that his dick will fall off. But it made me wary to even bring it up. I rather just plow on than admit I can't do stuff.
I'm off on a tangent! Sorry!
Edited because I actually do know how to spell "ideas".
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I must confess though, I do tend to ask (not assume!) when someone visits me who has diabetes if he or she is allowed to eat/drink anything, so that if not, I can make sure to get something he or she is allowed to eat, because I'm not really sure about that. But I would never just assume stuff. I hate it when people assume things about me, so I try not to assume things about other people, if that makes sense.
The way people look at cripples, yes, it is frustrating at times.
Real conversation with a random stranger I once had: "Are you supposed to carry heavy bags?" "Yes. And you, are you supposed to meddle in other people's business? Great, then we're both doing what we're supposed to do. Now leave me the fuck alone."
It depends on my mood how frustrated I get. Sometimes I shrug, sometimes I reply in a less-than-polite way, sometimes I just leave to prevent myself from bashing someone's head in with my cane.
In all honesty, some people are nice about it and help or care in a non-meddling, friendly way like Wih and Bertie and Shipper did in London.
You know what else is really awful, that pain is invisible. I mean, if I said to my former department-head "I won't come to this-and-that excursion, pain's bad today", he would say "wow, ain't that convenient for you". I HATED HIM BEYOND WORDS and I still hope he will get an awful and VERY painful illness and that his dick will fall off. But it made me wary to even bring it up. I rather just plow on than admit I can't do stuff.
I'm off on a tangent! Sorry!
Edited because I actually do know how to spell "ideas".