Posted on 2016/11/05 by LKH
Okay I Have a huge pet peeve and I am going to share it here because well, where else!!
I get so tired of going to public restrooms that are designed for handicapped and well anyone from a little kid or a parent with a couple kids may be in there.
Doesn’t matter that there may be three or four other stalls open. OR the family restroom, that I leave for families, unless I cannot get into the stall; because I am not a family, but ONE PERSON of course everyone wants to go in there, because it’s the big stall!!
But what about the person that MUST go in there.
Because their wheelchair or walker wont fit in any other stall.
Or the mom with a medically or physically challenged child that they must help.
Stay out of that stall unless you absolutely need to be in there please.
I waited over 10 minutes today for that stall, because I couldn’t go somewhere else. When you are disabled with chronic kidney issues and the wait is extensive, it only hurts you more.
It is literally, mentally and physically exhausting dealing with people who have no respect for anyone other than themselves.
Trust me, i can tell if you have some reason to be in there. I am that claustrophobic, high maintenance person. That person, I get why they are in there.
What I am not though, is a fully walking person. I must ride my scooter into the stall.
I NEED that stall. So if you want to go read your cell phone in a bigger stall, go to the family stall. Or better yet, just go to a regular stall, get your business done and get out! There are other people waiting on those stalls also.
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Posted on 2014/10/16 by LKH
The man that wrote this, suffers from panic attacks. He gets it. He understands.
I thought this was one of the BEST things ever, written about “What I Wish People Knew”
Here we go. Thank you Jason for being so open and honest along your journey.
I know you get it!!!
That makes it so much easier to be able to share, knowing that someone out there, totally
(re-blogged with permission)
Here is his post from
What I Wish People Understood
I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I never dreamed it would be this hard. I’m not sure it’s supposed to be. In fact, I’m not sure of anything anymore. People keep saying, “It will get better.” But, it isn’t and that makes me think I’m doing something very wrong. I’m not the teacher I thought I’d be. Not even close. I’m becoming the teacher I swore I wouldn’t be. No, it’s not getting better at all and for someone like me, that spells disaster.
There are things I wish I could make people who don’t suffer with chronic anxiety and depression about those of us who do. I wish there was something I could say or do to make them realize that we react differently to most things than those fortunate enough not to suffer. People like me, who fight this awful monster, feel things differently. We see and hear things differently. We understand and process things differently than virtually anyone else. A situation which a non-sufferer might be nothing more than an inconvenience or an annoyance might literally be a life-altering turn of events. Minor setbacks for most are major pitfalls for us.
So, if all of that is true, then what do you need to know? What do you need to do or say? How can you help? The short answer is, you can’t and please stop trying. When people like me hear people like you say things like, “It will get better,” that only makes us feel worse. You see, when things are supposed to get better and don’t (and they often don’t), it makes us feel like we’re doing something wrong. Remember what I wrote before? I know you mean well and that you’re trying to help, but please understand that you’re not.
The other thing you need to know and understand is that, to me, my reaction is perfectly logical and normal. I understand that in your mind I should be able to simply brush off difficulties and let things pass. In your mind, when people say and do things that hurt me, I should be able to simply let those things slide “like water off a duck’s back.” But, it doesn’t work that way for me. I wasn’t born with that switch in my head that allows me to turn feelings, thoughts, and emotions on and off like a lamp. My brain doesn’t work that way. I take everything — EVERYTHING — personally because, to me, everything IS personal. It’s the way I think. It’s the way my heart works. Should I change that? Maybe, but as yet, I haven’t figured out how.
It’s not getting better. It’s just not and I don’t see it getting better anytime soon. Please stop telling me it’s going to get better. I know you mean well, but you’re not helping. Please stop telling me to “be positive” or “look on the bright side” or “be grateful that [I] have a job.” Of course I’m grateful to have a job. I never said I wasn’t. But, I’m stressed beyond belief. I’m working myself sick and I don’t see any light at the end of the tunnel. All you’re doing when you say those things to me is making me feel like I’m doing something wrong.
We’re different. We respond to things differently. Please accept that and save your judgment.
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