I'm disabled. I use a mobility scooter when I'm out. In our town, buses are infrequent, most don't run daily. If I go a long way to a specific spot I can board the bus in my scooter from one specific place which is quite a long way away, and has no shelter so it's great in this weather. But I can only get on if there's no other scooter user there already as there's only room for one at a time. The next bus is likely to be about 3 hours later, or perhaps 6. I don't use the bus anyway, because they are slow and my bladder can't cope for more than 30 mins between loo stops. I can't get the train as my (perfectly ordinary) scooter is bigger than SW Trains can allow as their carriages are not designed for mobility scooters - steps to the door, narrow aisles, very little space at the carriage ends so manouevrability is very difficult and restricted.
So, if I need to get to the hospital, or into town where the cheap shops are, we have to drive; the bus takes an hour and using the train is a no-no unless I am well enough and the pain is low, meaning I can just about get from the car park to the ticket machine, rest, onto the train, off the train, walk to platform lift, rest, leave the station and then I will have to have organised Shopmobility to meet me at the station with a scooter I hire for £5, and have to give back at about 3.30. So I've never spent a full day shopping with dd. Never.
There are few jobs here, except shelf fillers at supermarkets, which obviously I can't do. I am pretty much unemployable, so I volunteer. My earnings are nil.
I felt so guilty having a BB that when it ran out last year I didn't renew it. That's due to the sort of attitudes on this thread.
So my life has been confined to a very small town for over a year now. I can barely remember what it's like to be anywhere else. And yet, for years I was a highly skilled professional working in one of the premier companies at their hq in central London on a bloody good wage. I was out every night. I had my own flat. I had a great life and was a hard working productive member of society.
Now I'm a drain on society and any tiny thing society gives me is resented. Thanks.
I am reading The Unit atm. I think there are quite a few people who would think that what they do in that book is a bloody good idea. At moments like these, I do too. I imagine I'd have made my last donation by now.