I misread 'veginity' as 'virginity' on the first go. Then I wondered how people would spot that... Then I remembered who I was corresponding with and it all made sense. :)
Um.
I think it's more likely that people will notice and/or help someone with a white cane, not that it doesn't happen to other people. For instance, if I'm standing at a well known meeting spot like the Flinders Street station steps people will come up and ask me if I'm okay. They don't do that to anyone else standing around that area.
This is good because they get that the white cane means I might sometimes need help, but it's a little irksome because in that situation it can imply that I'm not able to travel and meet a friend independently, depending on how the person approaches me. I always make sure I'm conspicious about checking the time or calling the person I'm meeting when I go there to reinforce that I'm okay. I'd still rather be asked if someone's unsure because I really do get that people mean well, and hey, I might actually need their help. It's sometimes more about the *way* people ask, if that makes sense. Though frankly, if you're the fifth person in ten minutes to ask you're probably not going to get my most patient face regardless of what you do.
Another example: I've been to the baguette place near work all of twice prior to today. They knew what I'd have and they remembered my name. They're incredibly good about the whole bringing-stuff-directly-to-me thing because they know I don't hear very well. I'm assuming they do not have photographic memories, they're just not getting very many deafblind customers and they'd give excellent customer service to anyone.
Having said those things, I've got to admit that my disability paranoia can be really difficult to manage. I've been disabled all my life and my disability prevents me from making lots of everyday observations about how other people are treated. I have a more limited yardstick of how 'normal' people interact to work with, so I go a lot on how someone's actions make me feel. My feelings are by no means a rational or reliable tool. Sometimes that's an excuse rather than an explanation. Sometimes I choose to use my feelings over rational thought because it's more convenient.
I'm not sure I'm making a lot of sense here... let me know if this isn't clear, because I'm trying to be, but some of it is actually pretty muddy in my head.
I also tend to help out those who look bewildered.
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Um.
I think it's more likely that people will notice and/or help someone with a white cane, not that it doesn't happen to other people. For instance, if I'm standing at a well known meeting spot like the Flinders Street station steps people will come up and ask me if I'm okay. They don't do that to anyone else standing around that area.
This is good because they get that the white cane means I might sometimes need help, but it's a little irksome because in that situation it can imply that I'm not able to travel and meet a friend independently, depending on how the person approaches me. I always make sure I'm conspicious about checking the time or calling the person I'm meeting when I go there to reinforce that I'm okay. I'd still rather be asked if someone's unsure because I really do get that people mean well, and hey, I might actually need their help. It's sometimes more about the *way* people ask, if that makes sense. Though frankly, if you're the fifth person in ten minutes to ask you're probably not going to get my most patient face regardless of what you do.
Another example: I've been to the baguette place near work all of twice prior to today. They knew what I'd have and they remembered my name. They're incredibly good about the whole bringing-stuff-directly-to-me thing because they know I don't hear very well. I'm assuming they do not have photographic memories, they're just not getting very many deafblind customers and they'd give excellent customer service to anyone.
Having said those things, I've got to admit that my disability paranoia can be really difficult to manage. I've been disabled all my life and my disability prevents me from making lots of everyday observations about how other people are treated. I have a more limited yardstick of how 'normal' people interact to work with, so I go a lot on how someone's actions make me feel. My feelings are by no means a rational or reliable tool. Sometimes that's an excuse rather than an explanation. Sometimes I choose to use my feelings over rational thought because it's more convenient.
I'm not sure I'm making a lot of sense here... let me know if this isn't clear, because I'm trying to be, but some of it is actually pretty muddy in my head.
I also tend to help out those who look bewildered.
So what *have* you done for George W. lately?