Don’t they?! Am I imagining people having to put spikes on their wheelchair handles to stop people grabbing and moving them?
Or being unable to navigate around new builds because they have enormous heavy doors that are impossible to hold open while you wheel through and no one offers to help?
Or the time my power chair control has been grabbed and someone literally ran while pulling me behind them?
Or the never ending staring at my son when he dares to just exist in public?!
Not to mention the ‘help’ people who’s job it is to put the ramps down on the train who moan and complain to me and suggest I use another station next time because having to put down the ramp holds the train up,
or the shop assistants who look over my head and speak to anyone except me when they are serving, or the ones in the supermarket who won’t push the food down the til properly so I can reach it to pack the shopping bags?
Then you can add on the well meaning ones who say things like ‘have you been abandoned?’, or ‘where is your carer?’ Or insist on helping their own way rather than listening to what is actually helpful… then complain because touching/pulling a heavy power chair with a person in it is likely to lead to injury (for example taxi drivers insisting that they guide me to reverse down their ramp instead of letting my partner do it then getting their feet run over)