There are many examples, I will give where you would imagine, just because I have a disability and because someone collects a wage from a job where they provide a service to those with a disability that you would be treated with respect and provided the services they are entitled to.
I hope my blog over time will express my experience of this sector and that if it is challenging to give a client/patient/customer, what they need then, it’s ok to withhold a service, not delivered a service or just outright bully so you will stop asking.
There are times now, how I’m treated, is outright shocking! And I’m someone who knows what’s going on and how to organise my life and my needs and my services and I dread to think how the people who can’t self-advocate get treated.
I once received a call offering me Public Housing. I know these calls are often met with jubilation and great relief, but I often get a little grumpy and demand “Yes? Where is it?”
Even my friends no longer get excited anymore and demand to be told “Where is it?” On this occasion they building was a new apartment block and the gentleman on the phone after selling me the fact that it was fully functioning, disability friendly bathroom. He told me I couldn’t take my cat!
I am not one to smuggle my fur-baby into my home. People have to know I come with a cat!
I’ve had good house-mates and shitty house-mates. I’ve had shitty boyfriends. Shitty because they are not still here.
I’ve had shitty friends and good friends. All in the last 16 years. They have all come and gone and are no longer here.
The fur-baby is still here!
I often go days without seeing another human being. So my cat is not an optional housemate. I told the gentleman, my cat didn’t cope without me and I didn’t cope without her.
HE TOLD ME TO HAVE HER PUT DOWN!
Now I think you can now tell when I used the term ‘gentleman’ I was being very generous!