Sometimes I let it slip on by and other times I take hold of it and don’t want to let it go.
There is likely somewhat of a
feeling I get, during those times I can’t and don’t let it go.
This week, I come to discover that public washrooms at a local university aren’t labeled in braille and I feel stunned, but I don’t know why I’m surprised at all. I guess this is just simply one of those little things blind people are supposed to live with?
Our blindness does require we take risks, face fears, and don’t let so many things hold us back, even from using the washroom.
We can wait for someone to come by, which is how we ask for help when we can’t first solve something ourselves. Or else, we have to go, bad, and that means we must pick one and walk in. Whatever happens after that…who can say.
A small thing, unthought-of by most, because they don’t live with it every day. Understandable, on one level for me, but am I speaking up for the greater good or just making a fuss?
That word, activism is a push away word when people hear it too often. It becomes tiresome, but I get it.
Then I want to bring attention to a scam, people thoughtlessly asking for money in grocery stores, representing the grassroots organization for the blind I have found empowering. People say, what’s wrong with raising money, as a rule? Nothing. Many organizations do it. We, as our organization made up of blind people, wish to show that we can be more than symbols of pity and need.
But of course, there is a need, a lot of need. We have the need to be understood and accepted. We can’t sit back, all our lives, waiting for the rest of the world (mostly sighted) to get those things for us and more.
Some saying, oh these things are hard to deal with, when a scam spreads across Canada and I still need to do something to stop it.
It might be a bit of a
catharsis (thank you Enthralling Journey),
to tell people they’re not being thoughtful, or else I am a scene maker who loves the rush it offers when feeling self-righteous about any given situation when up against the insensitive.
Call it what you like. It is my reality. I often long to hide from it, but that only works for so long before I need to be doing more, doing something.