I am the biggest bitch in the world.

[rivka]

Rivka: Good morning.
Health Club Clerk: Oh, good for you, you made it in.
Rivka: [silently wonders why this is news]
Health Club Clerk: [takes membership card to scan] I have a friend, she's got multiple sclerosis, and she blah blah blah.
Rivka: Why are you telling me this?
Health Club Clerk: [says more things about her friend with multiple sclerosis]
Rivka: [slightly louder] Why are you telling me this?
Health Club Clerk: Well... what do you have?
Rivka: That's a personal question. That's none of your business.
Health Club Clerk: Oh. But I just...
Rivka: [firmly] It's a very rude question. [walks away]
Health Club Clerk: [calling after her] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!
Rivka: [calling back] You didn't "hurt my feelings," you made me angry.
Health Club Clerk: Ma'am, ma'am, please come here. Please accept my apology.
Rivka: [alarmed] Okay, just... okay, don't cry.
Health Club Clerk: [crying] I am going to cry. I've had a really bad day, and...
Rivka: Look, I'm sorry you've had a bad day, but...
Health Club Clerk: Please, please say you accept my apology.
Rivka: Fine. I accept your apology. Okay.

Sheesh.

Comments

[rivka.livejournal.com]

My gut reaction to this part:

a) disabled people do need to learn to be able to ask

is that it's just paternalism re-directed. I'll decide, myself, what I need to learn. If generic-you don't want to offer me help with something, don't offer - but don't tell yourself that you're giving me an opportunity for self-improvement.

Years ago, I got on a moderately crowded subway in Boston with my crutches, and found that no one who was sitting down would make eye contact with me. No one got up to offer me their seat, and I rode standing for two stops. That was a crystalizing incident for me - I subsequently developed much greater assertiveness in the face of denied accomodations. But that doesn't mean that those assholes on the train did me a favor, or that they were doing the right thing by ignoring my manifest need to sit down.

Whoo! I guess there was a whole rant there, waiting to come out. Sorry.

Or, contrariwise: curiousangel has a habit of unobtrusively offering help in situations where I often want it - for example, offering me his arm when we go down un-railinged steps, or when I need to get up from sitting on the floor. I'm perfectly capable of saying "could I have your arm, please," but I find his anticipatory offers very thoughtful - especially the way he does it without calling attention to me. (Of course, this is an extreme example of someone who is very, very close to me.)

[sashajwolf.livejournal.com]

My gut reaction to this part:

a) disabled people do need to learn to be able to ask

is that it's just paternalism re-directed. I'll decide, myself, what I need to learn. If generic-you don't want to offer me help with something, don't offer - but don't tell yourself that you're giving me an opportunity for self-improvement.

Thank you. I was going to reply to that, but I think my reply was going to be rather less polite than yours.