And to confirm what latara has pointed out to all the unpleasantly smug and disablist people posting on here - dont judge disabled people like they are 'the other', i was one of you once, i was your friend, your colleague, your sister, your aunt, but for the luck of the dice, I could even be you. I am not a monster, I am not a scrounger, I am not 'the other'. Nor is any other disabled person. Do you know how much it hurts when you treat us like that? Do you even care?
I took it for granted being healthy, being human, being one of you. II was successful, a professional, married, good wage, good social life, degree, traveling all over the world, paid my taxes, gave to charity, had a busy busy life... I was pretty & nice and funny... Then I got ill. Within months everything changed.
Now I have to fight everyday to be seen as human, to be 'allowed' to live & eat & wash & kiss my child goodnight. I am isolated & an outsider. I have to beg for the things you take for granted. I have to justify myself to you and people like you when I step foot out of my front door. Nothing, absolutely nothing is easy, and that's not just because of my body, it's because of you.
I see how people like you now shuffle away, or judge me, blame me, look for any way to ease their conscience and their fears... It happened to her because, because, because. Life can't be that random, that cruel, that meaningless right? Otherwise you might have to realise it could happen to you, you are not protected, you are not immune to a hidden gene, a rogue bacteria, a brake failure, an electrical fault, or even simply time.
But it's easier to close your eyes and pretend you are isn't it? Pretend it can't happen to you, blame the disabled, the old, the infirm. Its the only way you can cope. But it's the first step in alienating us, me. The first step to judging, deciding what our lives should be, and if we're not one of you, then it's easy to say we don't need what you need, we don't feel what you feel, we don't deserve what you have.
So for you it's righting a wrong... How dare that nasty disabled person park near you! For that person, or latara friend, or me, meeting you would be just another chip off the ability to keep on going, to try and make life bearable, to go out in public, to cope.