Showing posts with label accessibility amputation DBK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accessibility amputation DBK. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 August 2019

Transport

Using public transport as someone who is not just disabled but a wheelchair user is daunting.

Taxis, buses, trains all a potential problem, all a potential argument and all a potential nightmare.

Taxis

Now you would think using a taxi would be the easiest option, but not always. Yes there are a lot of taxis companies that now have WAV (wheelchair accessible vehicles), and the fact that in London all black cabs are not accessible (a little thing I just recently found out), but these are usually cabs with ramps that people go in via the side. The biggest problem with these is the cabs have not been lowered, the ramps are all different types and lengths and these are often than not bought off  somewhere like Amazon and therefore not the correct or safest gradient. This makes them unsafe and risks not just for the driver but the user, as the gradient is too steep/ sharp for them to be safe to use, this can result in chairs being too heavy for drivers to push up the ramp and also for them tipping over or going over the edge which is what happened with me.

Not only that but some cabs have two single ones which means that if the driver does not put them a safe distance apart could cause major issues for the person in the wheelchair.
Not only have that but a lot of ramps had no fixing points on the chairs so again not very safe.

Couple that with the fact that a lot of the taxi drivers are not trained to handle vulnerable adults or wheelchairs, unfit to do so due to medical issues are just not fit or strong enough.
That leaves us with a few vehicles that are called “Doppler’s” these are rear loading WAVs with the ramps out of the backs. Again there are still problems with these such as there not being enough room for the wheelchair and the person sitting in them resulting in legs being squished up uncomfortable against the back of the seats. Again though taxi drivers are not helpful accessing these vehicles either and see reluctant to fold down seats or clear the space.

Buses

Although most buses now have disabled spaces and lowered steps, using a bus is something made of nightmares for me. Since having to use a wheelchair, hand on heart and being honest, I have never used a bus and never will, not if I can help it.
Currently, they are heated arguments between bus drivers, people who use wheelchairs, the public and people with prams. Although the spaces are supposed to be kept for people with wheelchairs, often people will use them if they have a pram and some are seats that have to be folded up in order to become a wheelchair space. However when someone with a wheelchair is wanting to use that bus, the driver should ask the person to put the pushchair down or if it is someone sitting there, ask them to move seats or stand so that the wheelchair user can be accommodated. However, a lot of drivers will not do this due to feeling uncomfortable backlash off the people he is asking to move or in some cases threats.

This has often resulted in insults thrown at the wheelchair user, threats of violence but more than often the bus just not stopping. In the time I have been using a wheelchair I have heard horror stories both personally and in the news about some people having to let three buses go past before one has stopped and let them on, or even worse waiting in a queue only for other people in the queue step over them to get on the bus before them as if they are nothing but a piece of luggage instead of a human being waiting in line, like everyone else with a valid right to get on the bus in turn.

Trains


Trains can be hit and miss. Personally, I have had both good and not so good experiences with this both though Virgin and LNER only on the main line from Newcastle to London but have not had the dubious pleasure of using local rail transport, again from what other people have told me, it’s been a blessing that I haven’t as from what I understand it has ranged from trains not having accessible carriages, no useable toilets, no ramps or staff to help and sometimes no lifts or access to or from the stations. My bad experiences include being forgotten about and left at the end destination at Kings Cross, nearly tipping off the ramp due to people crowding and trying to rush me off for them to get on, no access to a toilet due to cases and people standing in front of the toilet and blocking corridors, cases being left near the exit as there was no room on the luggage rack.

In this day and age transport and buildings should be one of the first things that developers, architects, and designers should be looking at when it comes to being totally inclusive. An inclusive transport network would make life much easier not just for anyone in a wheelchair but for everyone.


Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Home truths – despair settles in

It’s been a while, dad has been moved into a care home due to his dementia getting worse and then was rushed into hospital where we were told that he had bowl cancer and things amped up at university with it being the final year. Change of location as the Psychology department was moved from St Peters campus to the City campus, final assignments, exams and final dissertation.

Speaking of changing campuses the trouble this has caused for me is unbelievable.   The move to the city campus was supposed to be a smooth transition until I found out that none of the lessons I had at the Priestman building where accessible. Add that to the up and down situation with my father, who as you may remember has mixed dementia, has caused me to miss out on workshops and lectures this semester. Leaving me at a disadvantage regarding my upcoming exams.

This all ended up with me in tears yesterday trying to hand in my dissertation project book and being unable to access the building and a able bodied woman banging on the toilet door in the shopping centre telling me to  hurry up…the disabled toilet  that is, which was being used by someone in a wheelchair…me.

People really don’t think do they? I mean we are supposed to be a society of caring, responsible, intelligent and understanding people…aren’t we? No… we are not!
I personally think that we as a society and a race we are de-evolving. I have tried for years to debunk the “them” and “us” divide but am wondering if it’s true after all.

No one will ever understand what it is like to get up every day and have to ask someone else for help you just to do the smallest of things like get out of bed, put pants on or stand up. It’s not just the embarrassment but the mental anguish it causes. I hate the way I am. I don’t enjoy it. I didn’t want it. It just happened and am left with the aftermath.

Society and the government sees me as a drain on resources, an inconvenience, someone to be singled out and criticised. Scapegoat for fraud, rising unemployment figures. My peers either pity me, or blank me there are very few who support me and have stood by me throughout this, but they, no matter how had they try can never understand what it is like. I have lost count of how many friends don’t bother with me anymore, or how often am over looked when it comes to nights out or family events, it’s an inconvenience you see. Me being in a wheelchair.

I  sometimes need help to sit up, get dressed, pick up things off the table or floor, get tablets out, and cook a meal. Don’t even get me started on having a shower. I can’t do stairs and need someone to help me step off a kerb. I can’t go anywhere on my own as I need someone to push me, I can’t walk the dog, go for a walk, swim, dip my toes in the water, go in the sea, walk on the beach, feel the sand between my toes, clean my own house, get to the girls room, wear funky socks, soak in a bath or even get in a bath or feel a carpet under my feet.

I take tablets morning noon and night and then in-between. They make me gain weight and bloat me even though I barely eat I still gain weight and can’t lose it. Yes I have the odd treat but you look at me, a larger lady in a wheelchair with no legs and the automatic assumption is “who ate all the cakes, pies and biscuits” and it’s thought that the legs where lost due to being fat, over weight and diabetic. They weren't. I feel disgusted in myself, don’t worry. It has been said to me that by someone that I am the reason that they have an eating disorder….they don’t want to turn out looking like me…fat.

The disabled complain about the “disabled porn” how we shouldn’t be inspirations, bollocks to that! I hope I am an inspiration to abled or disabled people. I work hard just to do day to day stuff never mind go out, work or go to university. 

I feel dead inside.

 I have sitting in front of the telly not leaving the house unless it’s my weekly one day a week trip to the town or off to the doctors or hospital to look forward to. No one would hire me due to not being able to guarantee when I would be in. I hate the way I am, I hate the way I look, and I hate my size. “Just go on a diet” “you need to move more look for wheelchair exercise” “just go on slimming world I did “yes and you lost weight because you are more mobile than me…it’s not that simple. I wish it was.

I get up every day, some days when I don’t want to. Some days I just can’t face it but I get up. Everything you take for granted, every little thing you do, needs the utter most planning for me to do or participate in, that’s if I can.

 A day out with my family, a meal, a trip or a holiday needs to be planned to every last detail. Access, toilets, fitting through doors, getting round, getting there. I worry constantly about getting in the peoples way or blocking things or places. I worry about being an inconvenience, the embarrassment and the mental torture I put myself through. When something goes wrong or there are issues accessing 
somewhere or something it makes it worse, it’s like ramming it home, rubbing it in my face.

I just worry.


This is not what I wanted, despite what you might think. I want a life, I want my life, I miss my old life.