You don't look disabled
"...but you don’t look disabled"
Well, you don’t look like an imbecile - but here we are.
I have an incurable neuromuscular disease that affects me every second of every day; it’s just that nobody who doesn’t have it truly knows what it’s like.
I don’t shout it from the rooftops. Why would I? Why should I? I shouldn’t need to “prove” my disability.
Just because I look fine, it doesn't mean I am fine.
I have sat in my car in a disabled bay, displaying my blue badge, and still received suspicious looks and comments accusing me of pretending to be disabled. Because you don’t look like you have any problems at all. WTF? What the hell am I supposed to look like? Lying on the floor of the car? Falling over? Dribbling uncontrollably?
My disability is not a prize I’ve earned that gives me the right to better parking or more attention. I didn’t go to my doctor and beg for my disability status. There is not one disabled person who would prefer front row parking to a life without pain. I know I would gladly trade in my disabled parking badge if it meant I could have the life I had before Myotonic Dystrophy took hold.
Why do people who have never met me—who have no knowledge of my condition—feel they have the right to judge?
No one chooses to be disabled.
If you feel entitled to judge disabled people based purely on appearance, then this site is not for you.