Friday, June 16, 2006
It only took a couple of minutes to do the paperwork and the scooter was very easy to operate. I could have done with it being a bit more adjustable around the seat, but for a rental it was fine. If you want to see it, then click on the picture there to go to my flickr photostream, and click through until you see it. Sorry, it's just that given a choice between posting up a pic of me sat on a scooter, or the littlun asleep on Pip's back, what was I going to do? Seriously?
The backpack for the littlun was a new purchase in Norwich. Several BAD outdoorsy equipment shops, with steps into them and then saying that stuff we wanted to look at was upstairs, is there a lift, no... I wasn't about to start having a strop and demanding to see the manager and so on, but I didn't want to sit like a lemon, so I made my point by going up the stairs on hands and knees and then back down the stairs on my bum while calling to the shop assistants (and customers) who were watching me from either end about how the DDA had only been over a decade coming, and made law in October 2004, so really how could I expect them to be complying with it yet and giving me any goddamn dignity?
It made me feel better, and Pip thought it was good.
We made an interesting little group meandering around Norwich. Littlun gets looks because he's a cute little kiddie. Pip drew looks because he had the big backpack on. Pip and littlun always draw female attention because dads and their sons are cute. I drew attention because I was a happy laughing young woman on the sort of scooter that is more often associated with the elderly. And there we were obviously together and possibly a family, for all anyone knew.
Certainly in Mothercare and the Early Learning Centre the staff assumed that I was littlun's mum. Sadly though, this was not in a sense of "we can do this and this and this for disabled mums", more in a "coo, not seen one of them with a baby before" way. I was told how lucky littlun was to have Pip to carry him about. I was told "ooh, I don't know how you cope." I think if he had in fact been my child and I had been a mother I'd have gone bananas from all the patronising crap. As it was I ended up almost in tears, because I really don't know when or if I will ever have a child myself. Accepting my disability is allowing me to have a more fulfilled life from day to day, but as far as the long term goes, I still feel that things are kind of stuffed.
Slept in the car all the way back to Pip's house, and then helped give littlun his bath. Being able to do things like that helps me believe that it's not such a foregone conclusion after all.
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