I had an odd conversation with Joe today.
As background: Our doctor recommended that Joe get a blue badge for parking as Joe has increasing problems with his knees and feet. He is now often seen limping along. Joe won't park in disabled parking, even with my blue badge, if I'm not there. He says that it's improper and illegal to do so, therefore he doesn't. The doctor hearing this paused to first pick his chin off the desk and then get the pen from where it fell to the floor. Then he set about the process of getting Joe his very own blue badge.
When I got in the car today at work, there was his very own blue badge proudly displayed on the dash. I proclaimed how good it was to be a two placard family. It does actually make things a lot easier for us. Now we are both authorised to park nearer the entrance, meaning that Joe won't have to limp for quite as long as he does now.
I thought it might be interesting to write about the dual disability status that our lives share. Then I thought, this is MY BLOG about MY LIFE. I keep stuff about Joe out of it - unless it's relevant to a story and I have his prior approval. So I said:
"Hey, would you mind if I wrote about you having an only slightly visible disability on my blog?"
He looked at me as if I'd asked the strangest question, "No, of course not, why would I?"
Joe gets it.
Disability just is.
So put another one in the census count of the disability community. We're good with it. And if you see a guy limping next to a guy rolling, that'd probably be us.