I just got my first parking related “You don’t look handicapped,” from somebody who couldn’t understand my snarky response. Oooh I hate being slow to process in those kinds of situations. I wanted to say, “Yeah, I wish I weren’t. But my level of disability isn’t any of your business, so get out of my face.” Instead I said “Thanks! Merry Christmas.”
[insert teeth sucking and eye rolling]
And I don’t look like anything is wrong with me, until I walk, or take off my left footwear. Even then, it just looks like a slightly swollen foot.
Still, I feel like hunting him down and applying to him what my pain feels like. At various times, it feels like there’s a large hatpin in the tip of my big toe, a railroad spike through the centre of my foot, somebody tearing off my big and pinkie toes, somebody tearing off and or crushing my entire forefoot, while it is on on fire. Sometimes it picks and chooses, sometimes it uses all of them.
Pain isn’t considered a disability, either, even though it’s brain fog from the pain that has made me lose track of where I was going with this. Fuck all.
A Vague & Menacing Agency 
Whatcha say?