Being Infantilzed - My Wheelchair Ride
Friday, April 05, 2019
Well, yesterday marked my 7th wheelchair ride. I find it worth remarking that these have only occurred in hospital or doctor visits. Yesterday, I had a visit with my neurologist before my Ocrevus infusion. She is special. It's not her day to be in the practice but as she knows I have to take car service, she comes in for me. She ran late yesterday. The infusion center is 4 little city blocks. I could have done it in less than 5 minutes when I was well. Now, my husband is directionally challenged. NYC is primarily a grid, d'uh. Last time, she had a security guard wheel me over. This time, she produced a new sleek model and handed it to my husband. It was a wild ride.
We had car service and I had to use the walker to get to the car. The driver, who was in my age range, repeatedly called me honey and dearie. I appreciate courtesy and concern but this was not. I may be physically feeble but that is all that is feeble about me.
I find that when I am in a wheelchair I am either being talked down to or literally ignored. I want to carry a sign that says, "it's my legs,Stupid! Not my brain."
I find people infantilize me. It's a combination of being small, more mature aka older, and disabled. I hate it.