All 5 disability parking spots at the middle school were taken by parents parked illegally tonight. One was our coach. That meant I had to park behind them in the fire lane, blocking them in and risking getting towed. I can't parallel park next to the curb because of the lift.
Yes they know me. A few were new parents who must have thought, "no one disabled would come to volleyball practice." And I did say something about it at the parent meeting and explained why it was needed, though I should not have needed to explain.
Maybe I should have called the police but I didn't since I wanted to get my daughter in and then listen to the meeting. I did call the volleyball association when I got home--the owner has a child who's disabled and will send out an email to all parents (there were two teams in another gym) about the parking, access aisles, and curb cuts, noting that the police will be called next time. She's particularly unhappy about the coach doing that, as am I.
I'm just angry and I feel unwelcome. I feel shaky and teary. The other parents have never made me feel welcome except the ones I already know. They've gawked at me like I'm a freak. Only a few have said hello and tried to engage me in conversation, and one of those isn't participating this semester, or at least I didn't see her.
My friend is driving my daughter home in a bit.
What are people teaching their daughters?
I am angry and hurt.
They might as well put up a sign saying, "You're not welcome here."