London Town
Recently more people have been going out of their way to help, not in some cheese ball, badge wearing, care assistant type of way in cool ways which make life go more smoothly.
Like stopping me when I look in confused in boots and guiding me to the isle, or just asking if I want my suitcase carried up a flight of stairs and a really cool women asked if I would like to swap seats on the bus, because she had noticed I didn’t have a seat in front of me and when your feet don’t touch the floor, learning on the seat in front keep you on your own seat (if that makes sense)
She did this without being a dick about it, and actually we got speaking and she helps people relocate to the states and gave me lodes of useful information.
What I mean by this blog is, some ‘disabled’ people get annoyed at others offer to help and yes sometimes when someone asks me “do I need a straw to drink with” I give them a look! But sometimes I need someone’s help, like getting things down in a super market. And I know this is a careful balance in which so many people are scared of offending someone by asking if they need help, but if you bite someone’s head off then they won’t ask the next person. And I know we should be able to ask for help when we need it, but how cool is it when you get to the underground and someone says I’ll carry that down for you, in a normal casual helpful way.
And I don’t care what people say, Londoners do care I have met some lovely people, ones that guide me around a club looking for my best friend when he has gone missing again, one’s who swap seats on buses with me, ones who say good morning and fetch the things I want in my local shop and generally helpful friendly people.
Like stopping me when I look in confused in boots and guiding me to the isle, or just asking if I want my suitcase carried up a flight of stairs and a really cool women asked if I would like to swap seats on the bus, because she had noticed I didn’t have a seat in front of me and when your feet don’t touch the floor, learning on the seat in front keep you on your own seat (if that makes sense)
She did this without being a dick about it, and actually we got speaking and she helps people relocate to the states and gave me lodes of useful information.
What I mean by this blog is, some ‘disabled’ people get annoyed at others offer to help and yes sometimes when someone asks me “do I need a straw to drink with” I give them a look! But sometimes I need someone’s help, like getting things down in a super market. And I know this is a careful balance in which so many people are scared of offending someone by asking if they need help, but if you bite someone’s head off then they won’t ask the next person. And I know we should be able to ask for help when we need it, but how cool is it when you get to the underground and someone says I’ll carry that down for you, in a normal casual helpful way.
And I don’t care what people say, Londoners do care I have met some lovely people, ones that guide me around a club looking for my best friend when he has gone missing again, one’s who swap seats on buses with me, ones who say good morning and fetch the things I want in my local shop and generally helpful friendly people.
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