"I saw a bloke in Weymouth park in a disabled space who clearly was not disabled. He got out of his unmodified Jag, walked briskly round the harbour, went to lunch for a few hours at a local restaurant, walked back to his car, got in drove away. I really think unless you have a modified car and limited mobility you just don't need a disabled badge. He didn't have a modified car and he just didn't have limited mobility and I suspect it was a relative's badge."
But you can have absolutely no idea what that man's health is like. What if, like me, he has MS, or a myriad of other invisible disabilities? What if that outing was the first time he'd been well enough in days, weeks, months, years, both mentally and physically, to attempt that trip? What if being able to use his legally obtained blue badge to gain easier/closer access to where he wanted to go was the only way he would have the strength to take that walk around the harbour and have lunch out? Perhaps that was his energy and fresh air quota for the month?
This is why I haven't even bothered to apply for a blue badge - because I simply can't face the glances, the stares, the whispering, the 'she hasn't got a modified car'. Frankly, I'd rather struggle on in silence, looking 'clearly not disabled' than feel I have to defend myself against ignorant attitudes to visible and invisible disabilities.
Sorry. Rant over. In fact I'm so ranty that I've just managed to post this on a completely unrelated thread...