Is it because I'm disabled?
Is it because I expect too much?..I've not written anything for a while, as I have been away a lot. After Cancun I went to Turkey, Chicago, Las Vegas and Atlanta.
I’ve already told you about my Cancun holiday (read previous post for reference) remember though, what happens in Cancun stays in Cancun 😉 I'll tell you a little about each trip, to catch you up to my 'goings on'. I visited Turkey, late May. It was hot but wasn’t my ideal holiday spot ... I mean it was cool, but I only went because my brother was working there. So I pretty much kept to myself, being polite as always.. happybeinghappy! Chicago was hot/little rainy but humid. I went there to attend an ataxia Exhibition (I think I’ve explained what ataxia is but if you haven't read it; ataxia is a condition that affects the muscles of the body, the symptoms of which lead to uncoordinated movement and unbalanced stature; there are many different forms of ataxia). Whilst there, I went to a casino a couple of times, I liked it in the casino(don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing🤷🏾♂️), but I was super polite (as always) and I happen to have been on a good table where the love was blooming... long story short - this man was sharing his chips, luck n fortune. My mum n I were the lucky recipients of some of his sharing😛. My cousin came and surprised us from New York, which was really nice. Las Vegas was boiling (as always) in the 40°s, but the hotel was rubbish. We usually stay in the MGM; should have just done that. But still had a good time and was in good spirits (I try to make everyday better than the last!) ☺️ Atlanta was cool, met up with a few family members from New York and somewhere else (lol I forgot where #memoryproblems). But again the hotel was abysmally below standard for a big hotel!! Nah.. don’t feel like naming and shaming, or diving into the explanation of this hotel experience 😆 So I guess 2019 holidays for me, were ok, I try to make the best of each day. Did I mention, I also found myself a girlfriend at the end of 2019! 👏🏾👍🏾☺️😃 🙌🏾🙏🏾 Here’s how it ended 😝, after 3months. Very abruptly n dramatically!! We got pretty close; saw each other most days, but the situation she put me in was more dangerous than I would have liked... So one day, we were chatting at hers, when the doorbell rang.. she wasn't going to answer it initially until I reminded her that she was expecting a delivery. Anyway, she runs down to open the door, I hear her chatting to someone, I hear a man chuckle so believe it must be a friend or someone she knows.. she then comes running back up the stairs, saying “YOU NEED TO BOOK AN UBER N GO NOW! RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED .. TO GO .. RIGHT NOW!!” Honestly! I don’t know what she was thinking?🤷🏾♂️ as the man was listening to her say all of this... #mygosh #onlygodknows #foolishness He came up the stairs to see who she was talking to; when he saw me he stopped n stared at me for like 10 whole seconds (it felt like 2 whole minutes). Then he started yelling at her “WHO IS HE?!” “I THOUGHT WE WERE DATING AND YOU ARE BRINGING OTHER MEN TO YOUR PLACE!!” and all I heard her say was “But Francis...” “But Francis...” “We were only...” “Wait but Francis!” Then I saw her face move like he’d swiped her face!! I don’t remember seeing the actual impact as it all happened so fast, I do remember her saying “Buh..huh you just hit me... I hope you’re aware you just hit me...” Me 😨 still sitting there thinking 'should I be doing something?' Yeah... but nah! She needed to learn.. lay down with dogs..ya gonna catch fleas! That’s what my mum taught me anyway, I needed to get my high tail outta there!! He then dragged her by her neck or by her hair, I can’t remember.. he then said something to me, I don’t know what it was because at this point I was so shook.. I remember saying “I’m just gonna put my shoes on and then I’m gone!” He said “I know you’re disabled...” or something similar. I remember hearing her say a good few more times “I can’t believe you are hitting me...” whilst he was throwing her about. I also remember thinking ‘should I stop this now’ then thought, ‘she made her bed...’ We met on tinder || woah_hold on a sec: don’t hate - populate! || not the most eloquent of places to meet I know, but everyone is doing it now 🤪 it’s the new craze don’t ya know... so if you can’t beat em 🤷🏾♂️ ... you know the rest. Life is great, it's what we make it right!? I’d like to think I’d find somebody soon, but in the meantime, I’m just happy being happy!
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Really, we all know that there should be an app, a drunk app (yeah like on ‘The Internship’) where the app is designed to stop people sending any messages, or posting any Facebook status’s when out on the p**s... For those who were unfortunate enough to have seen my embarrassing post lol! Those that didn’t see it…..lucky escape… for us both! I went to Santiago, Chile - on the 1st Feb, for 3 weeks (for 2 n a bit weeks) you may be asking why it took me sooooo long to write about it. I could make an excuse about my memory but that wouldn’t be true, I took so long cos I was busy with other things… Whilst in Chile, thought I might as well stop over at the biggest carnival in the world . Yep I went to Brrrazzil, and ToBeTruthful, Brazil was amazing but, I think the Notting Hill carnival is categorically the best in the world!! I didn’t really have anything amazing, different or exasperating happen when I was away, although I did get a rather chilling fright on our first night in Brazil. It was actually quite terrifying really, (me n my mum) were greeted by a security guard on entering (actually quite bazaar how every community in Brazil where we stayed, was behind a security gate) we got to our room, we locked the door (didn’t want a Carlos, rubbing up against me through the night 😝) I just had my towel wrapped around my waist, ready to bathe my skin.. heard a knock on the door, not alarmed yet lol my mum, still inside (hadn’t unlocked the door) ‘hello, can I help you’ _nothing_ ‘can we help you’ we just see this big black shadow, loitering in front of the door. My mum ‘can we help you’ no answer but eventually he walked away. Then my mother n I began imagining the possible scenarios and situations that would’ve happened had we opened the door. Let me tell you, they weren’t pretty! The reason I haven’t written a March blog, or my April one, is because yes I had myself a lady-friend. I wish I could say that it was all roses 🌹 and we were on the yellow brick road to living happily ever after but no….
She has difficulties; different to mine, but when you put two people together with cognitive and memory difficulties, you’re always going to have trouble. Just imagine this for one minute, you make a date, you’ve arranged the day, the time and where you are going to go but forgot to arrange where to meet! Lol! To top that off the other person gets the wrong time and goes to some random place one hour early. We had a few dates like this; by the time we worked out where we should be and what time, the film had already started or we missed our restaurant booking. Most of the time I was pretty sanguine about things, but she got upset and frustrated as her memory and other difficulties were worse than mine, so much so that she would even forget to write reminders for herself in her phone! I know how difficult it is trying to find someone. Someone who is as accepting and willing to work with your issues, so we stuck with each other (probably longer than we should have), but time will tell…….. I do have some good friends though! Some even tell me when I’m making a fool of myself, but friendships are a funny thing; I make friends on the regs (regular) but remembering to keep in contact is the issue with me _ I either over do the friendship and keep in regular contact, like 3 times a day. Or I just don’t (remember to) keep in contact at all. I’d say this is why I don’t have ‘besties’ just good friends. I actually wrote this out a while ago but forgot to post it; you know I have memory problems right lol
So as we all do our Christmas shopping, getting everyone dear to us a gift - just to show we care n to say thank you for staying close to us. Well I’ have some more little stories that happened, and not too sure if I was wrong in my assumptions (please read n tell me in the comment section below if I was wrong to make those assumptions). As always I’ll run (don’t feel like walking today 😝) you through what happened. So I was at Brent X doing my Christmas shopping (I do everything Big - go hard or go home 💪🏾 mentality lol 😂) so I get everything done at once #bishbashbongnimdone #alwayswhenshopping 😆 So I went to John Lewis to pick up some perfume (can’t remember who I was getting it for 🤔 but never mind) I walked in, looking sharp (as always 😉) hearing two men, asking for some perfume. The sales assistant was quite an attractive lady, under the face-paint lol (I notice these things don’t ya know 😝). Anyway one of the men had asked for the perfume or fragrance.. the assistant said “Yes if you follow the sign...(can’t remember her exact words)” one of them asked again for the fragrance, the assistant looking quite frustrated now but still with the fake mannequin smile, “If you follow the sign... (don’t remember the rest lol)” pointing in the direction of the other side of the shop. Now I went and asked her for the female equivalent for Narcisso Rodriguez... this assistant to me now “Certainly... if you can follow me please..” I felt pumped; she wasn’t helping the two men, but she helped me! You know what actually, I’m not sure if it was even the same shop assistant 🤔 oh whatever man... try living my life, then you’ll get me!! 🤬 Anyway the other story I remember vividly. I walked to the down escalator (I need to say it so I remember it so I can relay it back to you lol) so I get to a trainers shop n I’m greeted by this sales assistant, she looked quite nice.. she asks if she could help, to which I tell her what I’m after. So I have everything that I’m getting n at the checkout, she types into the card machine n hands it to me, which I assumed was for me to enter my pin. But stupid me handed back the machine saying ‘you haven’t finished’! She handed me the card machine to enter how much I wanted to pay.. if I’d had realised this I would have paid £1 😆 I said to her, after realising, ‘sorry, maybe next time yeah?..’ she said ‘yeah’ lol 😂 When I was leaving the shopping centre, I was literally laughing out loud thinking, maybe it is actually because I’m so good looking or is it because I’m disabled? A week ago or two weeks now (maybe three, I can't quite remember ) I saw an add on Tinder, offering a modelling job with what they called a top modelling agency ‘ anyway keep reading.....
So I swiped right n it gave me a website to go to and an obligatory form to fill in, needless to say I completed it (it had at the end, that I needed to add a picture _ I guess to confirm that I truly should be applying for this job…) anyway at the end of the form, in fine/small print it read ‘if your photo’s approved, you’ll receive an email confirming within 2 - 3 working days’. I filled in the form on a Sunday, I received a message on Tinder on the Monday morning saying ‘we really liked your photo, you’ll be receiving a call from us shortly’. Not that I don't think they should have been blown away by my picture, but REALLY…..… anyway I was in the shower when my phone was ringing so my support worker answered it, when I’d finished, he told me it was a bubbly eager sounding lady keen to talk to me. So me now feeling quite pumped n ready for this call , waited about three hours, then my phone goes, so I answer, he didn’t exaggerate, she sounded really eager, she said “Hello, yes I called before but you were in the shower, how are you doing today?” Me feeling so uplifted by her tone of voice, I responded by saying “hey I’m good thank you” you could literally hear her tone drop and hit the floor like a hippopotamus dropping from a great height , she said, “...a..er.. c..can I speak to your friend,” long n short of it..... I thought that was the end of it. Must say though, I do forget the impact my voice has on people! Anyway she said she would send me an email of some dates. She no longer sounded enthused but, had a bet with my SW that she wasn’t gonna email me back. I lost the bet, I will relay the email verbatim (word for word) Hi Lee, Firstly let me thank you for sending us your modelling application. After consideration from the XXX Models team, we are delighted to let you know that you have passed the selection process. **Please read this email thoroughly before confirming your appointment, as we only have a limited number of spaces available. ** We would like to offer you an opportunity to come to London in the near future, to take part in a test shoot to see whether or not you have the potential we need to move you forward. On the day you will have the opportunity to work with a creative team which will include, make up artists, hair stylists, photographers and other industry professionals. You will be in great hands, as the team has years of experience and knowledge in this industry both helping new and experienced models. What you will be assessed on: How photogenic... (obviously a cut n paste job) but to save you getting bored (if you’re not already lol 😆) I’ll stop it there! This email ‘in writing’ describes the requirements the agency is looking for... Weeks went by and I heard nothing, so my SW rings them for me, they said they’d been ‘inundated processing applications’. Me, feeling disappointed but contented by the fact that they were still gonna give me a call. About 19days passed by and still no call. So my SW calls the number, he is told "we are waiting for the application fee" what the h*ll £55 🤣 she’s got to be ‘avin a bubble mate! 😝 Anyway, my SW politely asks her to call me back in 5mins, whilst we discuss this.. all of a sudden i remember my mum telling me not to get mixed up with these ads or offers of modelling work based on an application form. She calls back... I was ready….. She said “So will you be coming?..” I said “Do you think it's ok to take advantage of a disabled person?” she sounded shocked, n said “Oh...er ...no, so do you want me to cancel your application?.” I said “What do you think!” Must say that I was quite pleased not to have been conned out of £55 but at the same time, disappointed not to have been picked to be the new face of Paco Robanne’s, Invictus 😆 I travelled to Slovenia last week, and to be real with you .. yes I was actually looking forward to the biting, blustery cold. I wasn't disappointed, the wind chill was numbing; I did this for you bro! We arrived at the airport (Stansted, yeah I know lol) in plenty of time so I wouldn’t have to go through any hassle of being late and having to rush. Lol like always, I’ll take you through it scene by scene (the dream is to be a Director, don’t ya know... 😉). We arrived at Stansted Airport, The Tremendous Trio, The Triple Threat, The Three Of A Kind (just me, my brother n my mum) we were looking for a spot, a place to park. After a few circuits of the car park, we eventually found a spot.
Then we made a mistake by looking at the departure board n going to the wrong gate (I’d say my mum’s to blame). So we was at the gate.. I needed to go to the gentleman’s closet; just when I finished my brother runs in and shouts “Quick we’ve got to run!” So I turned on some sort of gear, that I didn't know I had.... imagine not being able to run and then somehow you're expected to perform some sort of fast-paced pursuit action; those of you that know me, can imagine. For those that don't, imagine a giraffe with two legs, trying to jump over imaginary fences, well that was me! We nade it to the gate just as they were closing it. I was breathing so hard, the boarding staff thought i might need assistance to make it onto the plane. I sat down; I felt relieved and energised, similar to - going out with my brother and just getting into a club before they stop letting people in! But yeah, I felt good.. 😆 Anyway the flight was good, with a bit of expected turbulence at the end (but the pilot warned us before we’d taken off, so that was cool ☺️). We landed, everything went smoothly, from the airport to the apartment. The apartment was run by this lady and her daughter. I wondered if there were any clubs the daughter knew about n could take us to later that night, but soon remembered ‘THIS isn't a HOLIDAY Our apartment was a small one room apartment. My mum didn't look very pleased. The lady could see that there were two grown men and a lady so she put us in a bigger apartment, which was so nice of her. The apartment consisted of three rooms; one big one (living, dining area n kitchen combined), bathroom and one bedroom (with a bunk-bed n one main adult bed, I have no idea how to describe this ... king, bishop, joker bed all in one lol) I shotgunned the joker bed the moment I saw it, needless to say I was the first one in that room lol but as I splayed myself across, on 'my' bed, my Mum (who also wanted the bed) told me to go have a shower.. I reminded her that I had already shotgunned it. Had shower, fell asleep for 3hours, before waking up to “shall we order food in?” We had pizza. It wasn’t the best-put-together pizza I've ever seen or tasted but did the job. Once finished,I had a dilemma - I wasn’t gonna make my mum squeeze-up herself in a bed for 6 - 12yr olds but I wasn’t gonna sleep there either so I allowed her to share half of ‘my joker bed’. Next morning we decided to go out n get some grub. So like always, I’ll walk you through the events that followed:- my mood could not have been any higher that morning (hypothetically speaking, if there was a ceiling - the mood would be breaking through it, reaching cloud 10) I showered, absolutely soaking down the entire bathroom, to my mum's horror😄 We traveled to a restaurant (n by travelled I mean walked). I’d say it was 3quarters of a mile (if that). We walked in, everyone stopped to stare but that’s ok, people of colour are not seen in these parts..this woman greeted us, a different lady grabbed the menus and led us to a room and switched on the light. I mentioned the light yo emphasise the fact that the room was empty and there was a lot of room in the restaurant. My brother ordered a full English breakfast or their equivalent, my mum ordered a black coffee, cos she said she'd be able to see if anything was floating in it!. me, I wasn't eating anything from that place. I guess I only have myself to blame, being ignorant and naive to the fact that racism comes in all different shapes n sizes and in.all countries. I have been closeted and surrounded by nice, respectable people and to then throw myself to the other end of the spectrum like that... I must say t’was quite an unpleasant shock lol I'm annoyed with myself right now lol! well I do get frustrated sometimes .. a few months ago I was in New York, for my cousin's 50th, and the reason I'm so annoyed, is because, whilst I was away, I wrote about my daily experiences for my blog (as you know I have memory difficulties). Well everything I wrote disappeared from my phone, now I’m not sure what happened to it or to me when I was away. Well I'm going to have to tell you or try to tell you what I do to remember, now I may fabricate the truth a little - but hey 'why let the truth get in the way of a good story'
OK we flew in to JFK, New York. Waiting for the 'birthday boy' to pick us up from the airport... I'd say we were waiting there a good while, yup he was late lol but as always, this wasn't really anything new 😂 but like always, our American family always show us the best time, so we make allowances. So BB (birthday boy) had a rather impromptu house party, where there was plenty food n drink. Some people sat inside, the music was good, very good (I Shazamed most of the tunes, the ones I didn't - I was too busy soaking up the jam, only to find out when I get home, YouTube wasn't allowing the songs to be downloaded anymore, google said 'YouTube no longer allows downloads in your area). The birthday boy (BB) was having his party the next day so he took us to our hotel (The Hilton, Brooklyn). It was great because we didn't have to get up the next day until late, therefore I probably had the laziest morning of the year. I'd say the hotel room was average, when compared to the 5* hotels I've been to. The Hilton was definitely below par but as expected, I was greeted with the usual welcome gestures. I was in bed for a good length of the next morning, probably because I knew I had to get ready for the party straight after I got up n because not everyday or every night do I get the chance to splay myself across a nice king size bed .. Actually that's not true, I have a great bed at home but I’ll use any excuse to stay in bed. Anyway I'm just one of those people that likes to make the most of everything n enjoy everything! Remember when I said Americans love doing everything big, well the bed was big and so was the 'walk in shower' but the room in comparison was distinctly tiny. You may remember me saying I went to New York a few years ago now, to a sweet 16 birthday... well my cousin's party was a similar setup, however he came out onto the dance floor with some Moves...did I tell you he was 50, well you wouldn't believe me if you saw him... We sat around tables for a sit down meal, I remember being fed like a baby lol just so I wouldn't mess with my 'STRAWS' (Slick Tidy Raw Amazing White Shirt) - yeah I know.... well, what other words fit! The next morning, we went to Jersey Shore, yep I was in the hotel/beach next to the TV show (which was nice to know - my bit of claim to fame) going to Jersey Shore was nice. I went with quite a few people we travelled there by coach or bus as they call it. Trying to find somewhere to eat though, was torturous as we were a big group and the older folk (no offence mum) were too fussy... so it was difficult to find a place big enough to accomadate us. When I’m home n go out to eat with my friends (younger people), we say yeah let's eat; what we eating; then we go eat! The experience with older folks was very different. I was convinced that my belly would have eaten my back by the time we sat down to eat. The next day we went to the beach, well I only peeped at it. My other cousin had crutches due to a recent procedure, so she couldn't access the beach, which was fine with me, so we stayed by the pool. Everyone was having fun in the pool until a floater was seen, everyone jumped out! They said it was one of the kids but I'm not convinced. lol We went back to NY, rather than going back to the Hilton in Brooklyn, we stayed in The Aloft (in Brooklyn). On the night of our return, I had a very odd experience ... basically I met a 'Galway gal' (Irish girl), that's what she called herself. Anyway we were talking, then she suddenly says 'shall we kiss now? Nothing wrong with that! but its what happened after that, which was weird. She said “Right.. ok.." then she tried about three different head positions (using her neck) before she felt comfortable to go in for the kiss. I mean.. what was I supposed to do whilst she was adjusting her head position? You know this sort of stuff doesn't embarrass me, but I found myself looking around to make sure no one was witnessing this spectacle… This was not in my 'learning to live with a disability' manual lol Eventually we kissed, i think, not entirely sure what we did. Needless to say we didn't exchange numbers! Nevertheless, my life is amazing - I am elated but cannot for the life of me, remember what happened yesterday let alone 5months ago. But I can tell you now that I am looking better than ever, even though my mum says I'm looking chumpy ( she means fat) #chucklesnortchuckle 😆 I I love life, I love living but being burdened with this disability thing is such a hassle. But I try my hardest not to let it get me down (It used to but 🎷🎤"I can see clearly now, the rain has gone - doo-du-loo-du-lup - I 'could' see all obstacles in my way..." ahh you know the rest!! It's so funny though, when I do a difficult job (difficult for me), I want to say task but a really small thing like tying my shoe laces (me n my laces have this love/hate kinda thing going on - some days they love me, they lay across my fingers so eloquently n tenderly, they let me gracefully loop the hoops - hoop the loops, then pull them tight - and on other days they try to make life so difficult for me by getting themselves tangled in between my fingers n then I can't be bothered with the disagreement. I let someone else deal with it (lol) anyway, some days I feel like I've made such an accomplishment.. like when I manage to swivel the three numbers on a padlock so that they are all parallel. For me this is an achievement (especially with my ataxia) to which I end up looking around to see if anyone has witnessed the achievement. There are also those days like last night, when at10.30, I was on my bed writing this blog n my brother enters my room (bearing in mind he doesn't live with me anymore) asks me if I wanted to do something, I'm like - I'm not really doing much tomorrow (which was a lie, I had a ton of things to do, but traveling across London is like a drug for me! However him n his mates normally ruin any chance I have with any girls, all except my cousin - he is the true definition of a gentleman and my role model! so I ended up traveling down to Camden (by car) which was cool.. it's a school night, no one would be out, I thought! Boy was I wrong... I'm gonna take you through it lol. First we paced up n down Camden twice (whilst I was thinking 'it's not like a swarm of people will come n like flood the streets of Camden!') but we ended up in a bar, to which I had to pay the entry fee for all of us (me, my bro n a friend) so we walked in and the music really wasn't saying much at all (it was 50s, 60s, 70s pop songs) which was rather depressing, normally I prefer something I can dance to... literally, holding a tissue in front of a fan, was making better moves than some of the people in there, at least a tissue is synchronised or has flow! I have no idea what discombobulated movement some of these people were enacting, a contemporary dance movement of some sort, is the only way to describe what they were doing. Anyway I was sitting there, cool as night.. n this blonde girl obviously liked me because she was winking at me. She was doing something with her face but I had no idea what it was... then she started trying to entice me by doing what she thought was a sexy squat (down to the floor). I felt embarrassed for her, so I smiled (politely of course) and then she came n rubbed my leg so I played like she hadn't just sexually assaulted me (like really if I'd done that; I'm sure I'll be put on some kind of register!) This girl obviously could see I had no interest in being sexually assaulted, so she went after my hugely gullible friend instead. So you could say, ‘I got lucky this time, but I had no luck’! Yesterday I spontaneously went up to Brighton because as you know, for the last few days, we've been blessed with this gorgeous weather - very simple; went up there, walked around for a bit, grabbed something to eat... the prices were so extortionate, I went into Burger King up there, I was expecting the usual prices - they charge for refilling; £1 each time you refilled from a free refillable machine lol After I went to Asda n picked up the ingredients to make a lasagne & some other bits. Got home n made this lasagne - oh yeah... did I tell you that I make the best lasagne this side of London, like literally no other lasagne beats it, better than all the pros, better than any chef's... mine is 🎷🎹🎼🎤"Simply the best...🥁dum.dem.dem.dom 🎤better than all the rest!" (Ah you know the rest). I had planned to to go out later, that night but my support worker, felt we'd already done plenty. ... and today I had my Headway (Headway is an organisation for people who suffered a brain injury) meeting but as my mum had gone up to Birmingham with work so I had the house to myself (but I'm a good boy!) so with the distance & time in mind, I call up my cab company to take me to Headway. It is so delightful when the recipient on the other end of the phone answers with an up-beat, cheerful voice (which reminded me of another song but I won't sing it - but in case you were curious.. MIKA - Lollipop) the cab came n dropped me off in Harrow. The service coordinator or as one of the service users likes to call her 'the boss' of the group, is leaving us 😢so that's quite upsetting news. But everyone is so lovely there, and this is why I keep going back lol. So when I leave Headway I call another cab. The cab driver was a bit late but no worries, I was having fun, lol! but even though the cabs I get into from my main company are the most convenient company for me, they may not be the most punctual or may not smell particularly favourable, they all are gentlemen, or most of them are 😂 I say most of them are but really they're not because nearly all of them 'start digging for gravel' (related to bringing up mucus from the pit of their throat) which is extremely disgusting, rude and impolite, I can go all day with similes for their utter, absolutely gross behaviour - butterz, rank, ugly, unholy, distasteful... to name a few. I sometimes feel like throwing up in my mouth but I've been with this cab company for over 10years (and so when I'm pulling up to my house, after every journey with them.. I’m relieved to be getting out of the cab and realise that some people are in a worse state than me!!). Anyway I'm still here happy making myself happy as you can tell in my blogs 😆 It's not because I'm disabled!!So my bro's friend was at mine, along with my brother - I class all of his friends as ‘my’ friends anyway - as I was still in my pyjamas when he got to mine @ 1.00pm; oh leave me alone man.. it's the weekend!! My brother and ‘my’ friend decided to go golf without me.. I'd meet them when I was showered and changed, which was cool because I wasn't quite ready to get my day started, lol 😂
I go to the golf club (they had already taken my golf clubs), I called a cab, get out the cab, walk to the driving range... but wait... hold on.. noooo, I swear I just had it! I noticed I didn't have my wallet. My first instinct was that I dropped it, so retracing my steps, I go back to where we were dropped off (me n my support worker). No wallet, I call another cab to take me back home; whilst the cab waits I go in and look for my wallet, but all the time knowing I had it on me when I left the house originally. I get back in the cab and go back to the golf club to have one more look; I didn’t find it and I couldn’t find my brother either. I was upset with myself; today I felt that my disability was affecting my ability to function on a normal level. I had so many important things in my wallet – well important to me! I call the cab that dropped me off originally (I forgot to tell you, I called him initially when I noticed that I didn’t have my wallet), anyway I called him again and I said to him 'come on man, you can't just say it's not in your car... did you check properly' to which he says 'let me go look again' so he has one more look (after looking twice already – so he says!!), he tells me he found it! the relief I felt when he tells me it fell between the seats, was indescribable. So I go back to look for my brother & co, I go into the golfing area, then the driving range, from front, to back of both floors, only to find they had gone. lol So I go home and see my golf clubs back in my room; oh well, I guess there’s always next week! My brother calls a little later n says to be ready in 2hours. I know I sometimes take a while to get ready, but I wasn’t going to mess this up after my disastrous attempt to play golf with my brother. I guessed we were going to a club or something.. I know I don't need to go looking to pull when I go out with my brother or any of his friends... because naturally I attract the girls (stop laughing) because my brother n co. always slither in n introduce themselves and it's game over…. Ok, let me walk you through it.. we're in the smoking area of the club, I'm standing there 'being cool' 😎 with my brother's friends, a girl comes n asks me for a cigarette, I tell her I don't smoke. So this girl, who has red hair (which is something I like) asks me my name n where I’m from and where I live, I answered with my usual voice but she thought I had a stutter or I was just drunk. So ‘my’ friend decided to speak for me, bearing in mind this girl was still showing an interest in me. My bro’s friend introduced himself, then the girl said, oh that’s my dad's name. Then she linked arms with him, calling him ‘daddy’ and they walked off together... oh well! I thought about the troubles I had earlier in the day and I realised that anyone can lose their wallet, in fact my brother has lost his on many occasions. The fact that a girl went off with someone else because she thought he was her 'daddy' was her loss not mine and nothing to do with my voice. So it’s not because I’m disabled!! It’s because I had a bad day, as we all do from time to time..
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AuthorHi I'm Lee, my mum encouraged me to write a blog about my experiences as a disabled young man and to be honest, I wasn't quite sold on the idea but thought it might help other disabled people and particularly able bodied people to see things from a different perspective. Ok, let me start at the beginning; my disability was acquired after I was involved in a hit and run accident over 10 years ago. I suffered a TBI (for those who don't know - Traumatic Brain Injury). Categories |
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