My Brief Time in a Wheelchair

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My Brief Time in a Wheelchair

Why didn’t she smile at me? Why did he avoid eye contact with me? I smiled, I said hello. Ah, yes. The wheelchair. For a split second, I forgot that I was sitting in a wheelchair as the young couple scurried by me. It seemed so natural for me to smile and greet someone as they pass, and it hurt that a similar greeting was not returned.

This was not the only hurtful reaction I received as I learned to operate a wheelchair around a K-Mart. And, it was not easy to maneuver myself around the store. At one point I knocked down a pile of blankets on a shelf and in the clothing section, I caught my wheelchair on a rack of shirts.

The point of my experiment in a wheelchair was to note the actions and reactions of people who saw me in a different light. People saw me as disabled. But there was more to the looks I received. I was at a four foot height level at best, and adults passed by looking down on me, both physically and mentally as their facial expressions revealed. And from my position, I meekly look up to them. And just...

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