Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Disability
Disability
It's not my wheelchair
That makes me disabled,
But the way the world's built
And designed for enabled.
Disability
It's not my wheelchair
That makes me disabled,
But the way the world's built
And designed for enabled.
Hobbo's Poems 
Indeed!
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Very true!
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It is indeed!
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The one time I very publicly lost my rag is when I filled out my application for a disabled bus pass. The form required a signature, which I was unable to give… because I was disabled. I called them to point this out to them, to ask them what they wanted me to do. “Can’t your carer sign it for you?” came the response. I almost broke my phone when I threw it down, having uttered the words “fuck off you stupid bitch”
So you are absolutely right that the world does not have a clue. Mostly this just comes with the territory, but from people who are actually there to provide services to disabled people, I demand better.
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With you a hundred percent. What an idiotic response from the woman!
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Truth.
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Indeed.
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Well said!
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Succinctly accurate!
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Thank you Peter!
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Very true. The illness is the way in which so much of this world is built.
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