One of my friends tonight said what patience I have with physical obstacles and people--she saw a middle school principal almost back over me--I was already getting the scooter off the lift before said fluff head principal even approached or got into her car. I have to stay behind the lift to raise it back into the van, thus I was more behind her car than my van. If she'd *thought* she could have figured this out, that I was behind her car because I had to be, not because I wanted to be. Then she stopped her car and glared at me. Way to pull out the welcome wagon.
The only accessible entrance to the middle school gym, where my daughter plays volleyball, requires me to traverse the side of the court where I can get thunked by balls (and almost did) from the practice before my daughters'. I can't ride side saddle and look for balls. I wish people could figure out things like this. I look before I cross--no balls likely to hit me--I start to cross but can't keep looking, now there are balls flying my way and people yelling at me that I shouldn't have kept going. The regular entrance to the gym has a very small step just high enough to make it inaccessible.
This is why I avoid sports practices and games. Normally I try to use airplane rules for myself for everything--all meetings and events--first in, last out. That prevents accidents, crowding, etc. and allows me to get an accessible parking place. It does not, however, prevent someone's child from scooting up close to me between me and the bleacher and using her feet to scratch paint from my scooter and bumping me until I tell her nicely to stop and then her mom gets mad.
Oh, yes, and the coach? Looks right at me and hands all the other parents information packets but not me. Gives me a "who are you?" look. My friend had to tell her several times that I was a parent too because she couldn't hear the same words coming from my mouth. Everyone else over 10 or 11 was a parent. I don't know what she thought I was. Good thing I know 3 other moms there. One mom could hardly deal with it. People don't like difference. Her teenage daughter was more immediately accepting, handed me the regulation 5th grade ball so we could feel the weight (they are lighter than regular volleyballs).
Anyway, my friend says I show a lot of patience and she'd have a short fuse with these things. I appreciate that, because while I seethe sometimes, I must not show it as much as I feel it. Except to you, my readers, whom I worry think that I'm filled with bitterness at the world. Not really. But frequently irritated or slighted, yes.
It's always an adventure to go out into the world like this. You never know what will happen next. Some of my friends are catching on that the "little things" happen all the time.
Writing it out soothes the soul. Truly, it all went pretty smoothly since I've dealt with more.
Yesterday we ran into a former coworker of my husband's whom we had not seen in years. I could tell she was wondering what "happened," but it was sort of awkward to bring up that way so no one did, which was actually fine and good since I get tired of explaining. That was a nice change.