Friday, October 20, 2017

It Doesn't Care

I'd just finished a really good breakfast at one of the eateries in the airport and were preparing to get up and go to the gate. I asked Joe if he wouldn't mind, I always finish first, if I rolled back to the accessible washroom to ensure the tanks were dry before getting on the wee plane. He just happily continued on with his breakfast then as I took off.

I had just come to the door of the accessible room, one of those separate from either the men's or women's bathroom, when the door opened. A non-disabled man stepped out of the washroom and as soon as he saw me he was full of apologies. But none was necessary, he was a transgender man and I knew that for him, this bathroom meant the same as it did for me, a safe place to go when you need to go. It broke my heart that he couldn't simply go to the bathroom that matched his gender. I don't know why he made the choice he did, safety probably, but there may have been other reasons as well.

He was explaining that he knew the washroom was primarily for disabled people but that he had chosen to use the washroom because, and here his voice faltered. Just for a moment he couldn't speak. Just for a moment I saw how hard the world he lived in was. Just for a moment I got a glimpse of the weight of prejudice that he carried on his shoulders. Just for a moment.

All I said was, "The best thing about these bathrooms is that the toilet doesn't care who pees in it." He looked at me, and I knew he saw a cisgender man of a seasoned age, disabled or not, he couldn't predict how I would see him or react to him being in 'my' bathroom.

But it's not my bathroom.

Is it?

And I wanted him to know that. I know what it's like to have people deny me the space I need. I know what it's like for people to wish me away from public space at all. Disability reveals people's character almost instantly. It's possible to really learn the depth of people's prejudice and anger at the mere idea of difference. So I don't understand what he experiences on a day to day basis but I know what I do - and that gives hint enough.

He thanked me for understanding. I thanked him for his thanks but turned it down. "The world would be a better place if we all just learned to share space, don't you think? That's all I did, and you don't have to thank me for it."

"The toilet doesn't care, does it?" he said and laughed a bit.

"Well, when I sit on it, it complains a little," I said, "but no, it doesn't care."

"Take care of yourself," he said.

"You too," I said.

My the world, one day, be safe for all of us.

3 comments:

  1. It makes me angry that some of the disabled community have a problem with trans people using 'the disabled toilets'. Seperate disabled loos only exist because the standard toilets aren't made accessible for us, and standard gendered toilets aren't made accessible for trans people either so of course they 'qualify' to use the rare 'accessible' ones.

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  2. The toilet doesn't care who uses it....and neither should the rest of us!
    When Mother Nature calls, we all need a private place and a working toilet to do what needs to be done.
    Why some folks think it is their job to decide who should use which toilet and how long they should be in the stall is beyond my understanding.....
    and the politicians in US who try to legislate bathroom use are prejudiced puffs of hot air!

    clairesmum

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  3. this is beautiful. thank you for sharing the connections you make.

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