Have you ever been a size 14 trying to squeeze into a size 6? What about a guy who used to have a 30 inch waist, and suddenly realizing that your waist is now 36 inches all around? Feels a little awkward, doesn’t it? Now that you’ve got that feeling in mind, take a little trip with me to a place with which I am sure all of you are familiar. Take a trip in our minds to the restroom… More specifically, let’s go to the handicapped stall, or as you all might know it, “the big one.” Now let’s imagine you’re taking a dump, and someone jiggles on the door handle, and whispers a “fuck” under their breath. You’re probably thinking, “geez, what an ass hole!” Now let me take you to the other side of the door… On this side of the door, we have a man or woman in the equivalent situation of trying to fit into clothes that have no business being fit into. You see, that stall you’re sitting in, the one in which you are now sitting agitated, because someone entered into your little two walled world, and interrupted the serenity of your dump taking.
That place is the one-stop shop for all people who both have a disability and need to use the restroom. You see, it has bars for those of us who need help standing, the toilets are usually a little higher up to make transferring from a wheelchair a hell of a lot easier. Some of us stand, some of us sit for everything we do there, and others of us need to fit our chairs in with us in a comfortable way so that we can catheterize in private. So I’m sorry that I interrupted your dump, and I’m sorry that I inconvenienced your sensibilities by having to leave my chair outside of the stall and becomes a size 14 trying to fit into a size 6, and afterwards that I’m sweating because I hastily have to get back in my chair so as not to offend you any further. I’m sorry that I’m sitting in a corner somewhere so that I can catheterize as you walk through the door and looked to your left, to see a tube sticking out of my private area. After all, this should of been a private act in a public restroom, sorry that it offends you. But most of all, I’m sorry I interrupted your dump, but I have more important business then your state of mind. Try to sympathize, I have to piss, shit, or maybe even catheterize. So let me use my stall, don’t make me have to be the size 14 trying to be a size 6, cause it just ain’t going to happen. As I once told a friend of mine after having to play the very same game, this is why people in wheelchairs are either really humble, or really pissed off. Now that you have some idea what it must feel like, think first before you find yourself needlessly occupying that precious stall of mine. But sorry I interrupted the serenity of your dump.