Good Samaritans, please go away
Dec. 15th, 2011 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terajk Or, what happens when I go out without handlers am disabled in public:
There is snow where a sidewalk should be, and I think.
"Hey!" says a woman. "Hey!" Is she talking to me? I don't know; I'm still trying to find the sidewalk.
She's gotten out of her car, trudges up the hill. "Do you need me to take you home?"
Because I'm feeling charitable, I assume she means to my house. "No, thanks," I say.
"Are you sure? You looked like you were going to fall over."
"I'm fine." I have never seen this woman before in my life.
Strangers of all genders pull over and offer me rides; they ask me if I'm okay, if I'm sick, and once a man at a restaurant made me sit down at an outdoor table and brought me a glass of water. Most of this stuff happens when I am not, technically, lost. Some visual detail has changed--a car parked on my route, a bit of sidewalk covered with snow--and I'm thinking about how to get around it. It also takes me a while to find doors.
I'm sure these are all very nice people (unless they're not), but...I watch a lot of true crime shows, OK? I am not getting into your GODDAMN CAR WITH YOU. /PSA
There is snow where a sidewalk should be, and I think.
"Hey!" says a woman. "Hey!" Is she talking to me? I don't know; I'm still trying to find the sidewalk.
She's gotten out of her car, trudges up the hill. "Do you need me to take you home?"
Because I'm feeling charitable, I assume she means to my house. "No, thanks," I say.
"Are you sure? You looked like you were going to fall over."
"I'm fine." I have never seen this woman before in my life.
Strangers of all genders pull over and offer me rides; they ask me if I'm okay, if I'm sick, and once a man at a restaurant made me sit down at an outdoor table and brought me a glass of water. Most of this stuff happens when I am not, technically, lost. Some visual detail has changed--a car parked on my route, a bit of sidewalk covered with snow--and I'm thinking about how to get around it. It also takes me a while to find doors.
I'm sure these are all very nice people (unless they're not), but...I watch a lot of true crime shows, OK? I am not getting into your GODDAMN CAR WITH YOU. /PSA
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Date: 2011-12-17 08:16 pm (UTC)I can relate to this, too. Until my teens I used to cry very easily (in my case, antidepressants helped a lot), for things like a teacher telling me to be quiet. And my emotions were always like being hit with a truck when it happened, so I'd be trying to process that while trying to calm down while trying to intellectually analyze what just happened, and people would crowd around me and ask if I was okay. I was already really embarrassed.
But they really are similar, because all these things involve people doing the absolute worst thing they can do for someone who is lost/upset/having a meltdown. More stimuli is TOTALLY not helpful, people!
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Date: 2011-12-18 05:22 am (UTC)Sometimes I think how similar we are is a bit eerie. :)
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