A far cry from an activist on the issue, I rarely speak of my disability. But I am compelled to do so after a recent experience on the number 39 bus. I have taken this bus walking, on crutches, on a knee walker, and in a wheelchair, and I have often been in awe of the disregard for others that people routinely exhibit.
Last week, entirely dependent on crutches, I stood on the bus for 25 minutes. All the while, seemingly able-bodied individuals sat in the four priority seats and surrounding seats without batting an eyelid. Perhaps I was invisible to them. It wouldn’t have been the first time I felt that way; nor will it be the last.