10 Perks of Being a Wheelchair User
Let’s be honest… having your body fail you to the point of needing to use a wheelchair 24/7 kind of sucks. In fact, it really sucks.
I could just accept that using a wheelchair sucks and be angry about the fact that I have no choice, or I can look for the few good things that come along with being a wheelchair user. I choose the latter. I’ve compiled a list of 10 “wheelchair perks” that I’ve come across in the last few years to show you that using a wheelchair isn’t all bad!
VIP parking
Front row parking everywhere I go! Picture this – you go Downtown Greenville on a busy Friday night. You’re trying to find a parking spot for nearly 30 minutes so you can meet your friends for dinner. Meanwhile, I got a parking spot right in front of the restaurant as soon as I got there, so I already ordered a drink. Take that.
Getting to skip lines
I’m not exactly sure why, but I’ve been able to bypass every line I would’ve had to wait in since I’ve used my wheelchair. An hour long line for a ride at Disney World? Not for me! Long line for airport security? Dang, that sucks! You have to wait in line before entering a concert? Couldn’t be me!
My shoes always look good
My feet not touching the ground means that my shoes stay looking brand new for a long time. Imagine getting scuff marks… that’s tough.
I always have a seat
This one’s pretty obvious, but think about how great this is! I never get sore feet from standing for too long, I never have to find a seat if I’m waiting for a table at a restaurant I never have to sit on the ground at a park or something; the list goes on!
Big bathrooms
The big, wheelchair-accessible bathroom stalls are the designated “pooping bathrooms”, and don’t even act like you don’t want to go in there to do your business. Well that’s my bathroom- number 1 or number 2. Ha!
Also, I need extra space to get around in my chair, so for example, my bedroom in my apartment building is the size of everyone else’s bedroom AND I have my own bathroom, whereas normally, 2 people share a bathroom.
Hardwood floors
Since wheels don’t roll all that well on carpet, and they tend to get carpets dirty, I get to have hardwood floors in my bedroom. Pretty boujee, if I do say so myself.
Good seats at events
Okay, so this is definitely not the case at the movie theater, but almost everywhere else has certain seating areas for wheelchairs, and they are pretty close with a great view! I know from experience that many concert venues have the accessible seating directly in front of the lower-level seats. You pay the same price as a lower-level seat, but you’re in front of that section? Sign me up! The accessible sections also have a ton of extra space and leg room.
I can stay on an amusement park ride for as long as I want
You know after you wait forever for the rollercoaster (again, I wouldn’tknow), you finally get on and then it’s over in a minute, and you have to get off and wait in line again if you want to ride a 2nd time? Not me! If I want to go on the rollercoaster 3 more times, the ride attendant isn’t going to make me get on and off every time, so I just get to chill.
Boarding airplanes first
This is pretty self-explanatory, and it makes me feel like royalty.
Patience
When you rely on other people for parts of your day, you learn pretty quickly that “right there” might mean thirty seconds, five minutes, or an amount of time that is apparently classified information. I’ve had to learn that not everything happens on my schedule—and getting frustrated about it usually doesn't make anyone move faster. So I wait. I roll with it. Literally.
Now don’t get it twisted; if I could give any of these “perks” up in exchange for a fully functioning body, I would do it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately though, I can’t do that, so the best option for me is to look for any positives that I can find. Remember, no matter what the circumstance, there is always a silver lining. What’s an example of a silver lining in your life?
A Letter to the Younger Me
Dear younger Meg,
Hey girl! I hope you’re not wearing that pink, polka dot, zip-up hoodie from Justice as you’re reading this, but if you are, maybe just unzip it a little bit. Also, the tight ponytail is not as cute as you think it is. I hate to break it to you, but you’re going to look back at pictures wearing that in 10 years and cringe.
So I’m writing this to you from the future! The year is 2021, so you’re 22 now, and you’re at college. Despite what you might think now, you’re not going to go to NYU. In fact, you’re going to go to school in South Carolina… sorry. You’re also not going to be a chef or major in journalism. You’re actually going to decide to major in biology, but you should probably major in psychology instead.
I don’t want to tell you everything that’s going to happen to you because you definitely can’t handle it, but let’s just say that it’s nothing less than a rollercoaster. You’re going to have to deal with some life-changing news at a pretty young age, and you might think your life is basically over, but I promise it’s not. To help me navigate this wild journey called life, I’ll tell you some things I wish I knew when I was younger.
To begin with, I want you to know that the friends you have now aren’t going to be your friends forever. I know right now you think you need to be in the popular crowd, so you are friends with those people, but I can say without a doubt that popularity does not matter. That group of people are going to bring you so much unnecessary drama that you don’t need to be dealing with, especially when you get that life-changing news that I previously mentioned. When you get to college, you’re going to meet people that will show you what true friends really are. At one point, you’re no longer going to doubt if your friendships are real or if you belong in a friend group.
Next, please know that boys and relationships do not define you. Don’t ever think that you need to date someone just because your friends are, and don’t let the thought that you need the validation of a boy to make you worthy of love even cross your mind. You are amazing by yourself, seriously. This is still a struggle I face today, so I know it’s tough to realize, but maybe if you hear that at a younger age it will resonate with you more.
Third, being beautiful does not equate to being skinny. Weight literally doesn’t matter… especially when you’re 10. Please don’t cry in another fitting room again. You are a cutie. Just because you don’t look like a lot of the girls at your school doesn’t mean you’re any less than them. Actually, you’re definitely nicer, funnier, and smarter than most of them anyways, so… Also, if you want to wear a bikini or crop tops, then do it. I promise you don’t look nearly as bad as you think you do. Confidence is the only thing you need to look good!
Lastly, and maybe most importantly, I need you to know that no one cares as much as you think they do. That sounds bad, but that’s not what I mean. I am you, so I know how you’re thinking. You have social anxiety. You think that everyone is going to judge you based on every little thing you do. No one is paying attention to that bump in your hair or the way you laugh or the way you walk or the way you eat. You think that all eyes are on you, but that’s just a trick your brain is playing on you. NO. ONE. CARES. I need you to understand that fully now, or else when high school comes around, it is going to get so much worse. Don’t let your mind take advantage of you. Tell yourself that it’s all in your head because it truly is.
To the younger me – know that you are beautiful. Know that you are kind and a wonderful friend. Know that you deserve so much. You’re going to have days where you feel like you should just give up, but I’m here to tell you that you will get through it. Nothing bad will last forever, even if it feels like it will. Your life does not go as planned. And that is okay. Everything that the world throws at you is going to mold you into the person that is writing you this letter, and you would be proud of her.
P.S. – go to the Toys R Us in NYC like 2 minutes later. Otherwise, when you’re standing in line for the ferris wheel, someone is going to drop a tin can from the 3rd story, and it’s going to land directly on your head. Just a warning.
Wheelchair Accessibility in Public Places…Or the Lack Of
Imagine this scenario real quick. In this situation, you use a wheelchair.
You get invited to go chill with your friends at this trendy coffee shop downtown. You’re so excited to try a delicious latte (that also makes for a super cute Instagram pic) and get some homework done while hanging out with people. You put on your favorite sweater, do a little bit of makeup, and head downtown to meet your friends. As y’all are approaching the café, you notice there are five stairs in front of the entrance, and there are no visible ramps. One of your friends goes inside to ask an employee if there are any wheelchair accessible entrances, but unfortunately, there aren’t any. The manager explains that it is an old building, and accessibility wasn’t as prevalent when the coffee shop was built. (This is what a worker at Coffee Underground in Greenville, SC told me.) Now you guys have to go to the same old Starbucks that you’ve been to 100 times. All because you aren’t able to go up and down the stairs.
Alright, scenario over, but that would suck, right? And it’s extremely unfair, right? Yup. Take it from me; someone to whom this exact scenario happened. It makes the friends feel bad because they brought you there, it’s not good for the employees or the company because they don’t get your service; and most of all, it makes the person with the disability feel even more singled out than usual, and they feel bad because now they’re the reason that the friends can’t go to where they had originally planned.
This isn’t something that happens once in a blue moon, either. At least once a month I go somewhere that doesn’t have a wheelchair-accessible entrance, and at least once a week I go somewhere that does have a wheelchair-accessible entrance, but nothing else is wheelchair-accessible.
So what exactly does “wheelchair accessible” mean? First of all, I just want to point out that “handicap accessible” doesn’t always mean “wheelchair accessible.” To the surprise of many, wheelchair accessibility does not just mean a ramp and a big bathroom stall.
Let’s start outside. Sidewalk bumps and cracks are the devil. What seems like a tiny crack to you is the perfect spot for the caster wheels on my chair to mess up. This can cause a few things to happen. 1. I get stuck, 2. Everything falls off of my lap, or 3. (my favorite) the sudden shift in momentum makes the wheelchair stop… but I keep going, and BAM, I fall onto the sidewalk. Of course, all bumps and cracks in all sidewalks everywhere can’t be fixed, but I’m talking about cross-walks and what not. That brings me to my next point- curb cuts. A lot, and I mean a lot, of places just don’t even have curb cuts. When there are curb cuts, however, sometimes they’ll be on one side of the street but not the other. (90% of curb cuts at Winthrop University are like this.) So what, now I’m just supposed to roll in the street and hope a car doesn’t hit me?
Now, let’s talk about buildings. Obviously, there needs to be a ramp if there are stairs leading to the entrance, and the ramp can’t have an incline that’s the same as Mt. Everest. If I don’t have anyone to push me, I need to be able to push myself up the ramp. If the incline is too much, then I either won’t be able to get myself up or my chair will tip backwards. (@ Burgers and Barley in Rock Hill, SC.) If there aren’t stairs, that’s great, but there can’t be a huge lip to get in the door. My caster wheels aren’t the best at getting over big bumps. If I’m at a store, there needs to be lowered counters and pin pads, so I can see the cashiers and reach the pin pad. Not being able to see over a counter is super awkward- the person behind it can’t see that I’m there, they often times can’t hear me well, and I get to stare at and talk to a big ole block of wood. If I’m at a restaurant, there needs to be a low-top table available for me to roll under and sit at. Most of the time this isn’t a problem, except many restaurants only have one or two low-top tables, and they are typically reserved for large parties. Also, what happens if I’m at the one low-top table, and then another wheelchair user comes in to eat? Or a large party that needs that big table? (@ Carolina Ale House on Woodruff Road in Greenville, SC.) Another thing that is necessary for wheelchair accessibility is having aisles that wheelchairs can fit through. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been trying to get through a store or a restaurant and I’ve had to move chairs, or tables, or entire clothing racks out of my way.
Lastly, I want to touch on accessibility in restrooms. To begin with, the stall has to be big enough for me to get my wheelchair where it needs to be so I can transfer onto the toilet and close the door behind me. There also needs to be grab bars beside the toilet, or I can’t balance enough to stand up. Grab bars are like the most common (and easy to have) “accessible” feature, so when public places don’t have them it baffles me. Also, I can’t reach soap dispensers that are high on the wall or sinks that are on a high counter, and I can’t see in mirrors that are up high.
Story time!
A few weeks ago, I went out to eat with 2 friends at Takosushi in downtown Greenville, SC. I rolled myself to the bathroom and maneuvered around for a few minutes, but there was no way for me to fit in the stall and shut the door. I went back out to the table, got one of my friends, and we went back to the restroom to see if she could get the door shut. I ended up having to position my chair and transfer onto the toilet with my pants still on. Then, my friends had to wheel my chair out and close the door, so I could stand up, pull my pants down, and go pee. Once I pulled my pants back up, I had to sit back down on the toilet, yell to my friend that I was done, and she brought my chair back inside for me to get in. What a freaking struggle just to go pee! Yeah, just wait- my next story is better.
Last weekend, my family and I took my sister back to school at U of SC. We went to lunch at a restaurant called Publico in Five Points, and had some really yummy food. Before we left, I went to go to the restroom, but when I got there I saw that there weren’t any grab bars, so I couldn’t go. The waitress noticed this, and told me that the men’s restroom did have bars, and it was empty if I wanted to go in there. I went to the men’s restroom, and there was a bar, but the stall wasn’t wide enough for my chair to fit in at all, so I couldn’t use that restroom either. I needed to pee before the hour-and-a-half drive back home, but my dad’s truck is a pain for me to get in and out of, so we wanted to find a restroom that we could walk to. There was a Starbucks with an accessible bathroom across the street, so we decided to go over there. As we were about to reach the Starbucks, we noticed that there were three stairs— and, you guessed it, no ramp. My dad popped a wheelie and somehow got me down the steps, and I finally went pee, and that’s the end of my story time; I just wanted to give y’all an inside peek into doing seemingly easy daily tasks as a wheelchair user.
So, yeah. As you can hopefully now see, wheelchair accessibility in public places is terrible. ADA laws exist, and they have since 1990 (which is actually not that long ago?), but I don’t think that they’re enforced nearly as much as they should be. Us wheelchair users are used to dealing with inaccessibility, and there are ways to get around some of the obstacles we face, but that’s not the point. The point is that it’s incredibly unfair and frustrating. The point is that the lack of accessibility is discriminatory, and it enables the world to continue being ableist. There are already so many things that wheelchair users can’t do, so, at the least, we should be able to go into public areas without having to worry if we will be able to use the restroom.
Accessibility, in general, absolutely needs to improve. Wheelchair accessibility is one thing, and I have first-hand experience with it, but what about accessibility for those who are vision or hearing-impaired? Those who have serious mental issues or cognitive impairment? Those who suffer from epilepsy? The list goes on and on. I can’t speak on accessibility for other disabilities, but being in a wheelchair has opened my eyes to see that the simplest tasks or errands for one person can be the hardest activity for someone else. What’s tough is that these problems go unnoticed until you or a loved one has to deal with them, and no one’s to blame, but that’s just how it is.
Before I end this post, I want y’all to imagine one more scenario real quick. Again, you’re a wheelchair user.
Imagine that a new restaurant is built in your town, and you decide to go with your two friends. There are five handicapped parking spots, and each spot has a nice, smooth, level ramp leading onto the sidewalk. The doors automatically open, and there isn’t a giant lip on the door. You go up to the host stand, and the host sees you, so they step out to the side to speak to you. They lead you to one of the multiple low-top tables, that is meant for only four people, and move a chair out from under the table for you before you can even ask. Towards the end of your meal, you roll to the restroom to see that there is not one, but two, large, wheelchair accessible stalls with multiple grab bars. There are separate sinks in those stalls with a lowered soap dispenser, sink, and mirror. (The Hollywood 20 movie theater in Greenville, SC has these exact bathrooms.) So the fact that the food was good is just a bonus- the wheelchair accessibility was amazing! One day, I hope that every public place I go in will be like this— for me and for every other wheelchair user out there.