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19 August 2012 @ 12:46 am
Dear Busybody People: Yes I Am Disabled  
Stop glaring at me when I park in a handicapped spot. No I don't have a wheelchair and I'm not 90 years old. I'll never BE 90 years old. My parents weren't, either. They both died of heart disease at age 50 and 54. I am 53 and I've had heart disease for over a decade. You, too, can get a shiny new handicapped placard if you have open heart surgery and a heart attack before you even wake up from that. It's so much fun. I highly recommend it. You get a whole bunch of pills to take every day. Too bad none of them give you a buzz. But you've got pills to make you pee, pills to make you pee even more once a week so you don't drown in your own fluids, pills to lower your blood pressure, pills to help your heart work better since the blood pressure pills are hard on your heart, pills to lower your cholesterol that don't work at all on your triglycerides and don't raise your below-normal HDL (the good kind).

I mustn't forget doctors' appointments, oh what fun they are--you'll enjoy lots of those. Another really fun part of heart disease is having everyone judge you. Gosh isn't it fun to be sick and have everyone tell you that if you'd just done x, you'd have avoided it, especially when x and y and z were things you DID do but they didn't save you from your crap genetics?

But hey, I'm enjoying the handicapped parking so, so much. Especially when I can actually find a handicapped spot that isn't taken. That pretty much means I don't go to festivals or if I do, I must get there super early because those spots go really fast.

By all means, call the police. I'll show them my permit for the placard and you can keep wondering how I scored the cool parking spot and why I drive a Miata (it's one of the few pleasures in my life). I know you think disabled people aren't supposed to have nice cars. I guess my life isn't crappy enough for you yet. Whatever.

I know I'm just lucky to even be alive. And someday, you'll have a placard too.
Tapatitapati on August 19th, 2012 10:18 pm (UTC)

Fat people will always be judged since we so obviously, in their minds, made ourselves disabled and now get cool parking as a reward for bad behavior. I love how people can just look at me and know what I eat. Totally wrong, of course, but whatever.

No matter what people know about me, they will judge me based on my size.
litlebananalitlebanana on August 19th, 2012 10:58 pm (UTC)
Well, having met you, I honestly didn't think you were all that overweight. Certainly not to the point where I'd think that your weight gave you a heart attack and the whole thing was your fault. Maybe people are looking at you because they think you look too healthy to be getting disabled parking (even if that's not the case)?

I work with a lot of people who have physical disabilities, and I know from their angry anecdotes that there IS a lot of abuse of the disabled parking system. It's unfortunate for people like you, who really need it.
Tapatitapati on August 19th, 2012 11:42 pm (UTC)

This morning, pre-diuretic boost, I weighed 307. To the medically uninformed, that ought to kill me immediately. :)

Ironically I had the heart attack most likely because of the angiogram and surgery dislodging some plaque. I do know women my size who didn't get heart disease because they had great genes and high HDL, so there's that.

I'm sure there are multiple factors at play here. I get nasty looks and comments based on weight alone even when I'm not near my car and placard. This society just plain hates fat and fat people. Look at the very nasty comments any time there's an article about weight.