I Have Decided The World Can Wait For Me
How being disabled for years gave me a sense of entitlement
Hurryupcmonletsgo. That was a word my young son invented to say to me whenever we went anywhere. Like many children, he is impatient. He is 22 now and still says it.
I have had a disability since before my second son was born. His older brother was not quite 2 years old when I had a stroke during pregnancy. I have never been able to walk at a normal pace since they were babies. Their father was never much on patience for walking with me, either. In fact, he often would say things like “My God, you’re SO slow”. I limp and carry a cane.
It’s been 20 years of walking much more slowly than everyone. I’m used to it, but my sons still say “hurryupcmonletsgo” as if they think I could hurry up if I would just try harder.
I am finished feeling bad about not being able to keep up with the world. If I am slowly crossing the street, you can stop and wait for me to get across. If I am late for an appointment, I have a very valid excuse. I have a debilitating injury and yes I feel I am entitled to special treatment as a result.
So don’t park in those parking spaces that are reserved for people with disabilities. Be a little more patient if you are behind me in a store and I’m in your way. You can run around me. When I’m slowly crossing a parking lot, you can slow down and give me time to get there.
I am usually very punctual for appointments and social engagements. But if I am late, I’ve decided the world can wait for me.