4 scenes: 1 day

One:

We have rented a car that only a few months ago I would not have been able to get in. It's much taller and therefore it's a lot more difficult for me, but the thing is, difficult is okay today if yesterday was impossible. So I'm getting into the car and I get advice.

"I think you shouldn't have bought that car, it's too high for you."

Two:

I'm pushing into a movie theatre from a spot far, far away. All the disabled spots are taken, the lot is nearly full. Joe had offered to drop me off near the door but I thought I could use the exercise and we were in the middle of a conversation I wanted to finish. I'm pushing my way towards the theatre. It's hot. It's wet. It's like nature has draped a hot, wet, shawl around my shoulders. I'm sweating. I get some advice.

"I don't think you should be doing that, a man your size, it's too hot."

Three:

We stop at a grocery store to pick up some things for the trip. I've wandered away from Joe who is buying dish soap. I see something I want and I put it into the bag on the back of my wheelchair. I heard running, I get some advice.

"I don't think you should be doing that, shoplifting raises the cost of stuff for all of us. Put that back or I'll call the manager."

Four:

We go to dinner at a pub across the parking lot from where we are staying. We order, chat, eat, chat, then pay the bill and get ready to leave. Joe goes ahead of me and holds the door, a man bursts out and pushes Joe away, telling Joe that he'll hold the door. Joe is shocked and befuddled. As I go by he gives me advice.

"I don't think you should be out by yourself, what would you do if you needed help?"

Living with a disability = Living at the blunt end of other people's opinions.

Seriously.

Shut up.