Dear Ignorant Man,
Thank you for letting me know that you “wish you were handicapped so that you would be able to cut everyone in line at Disneyland.” I really appreciate you taking the time to inform us that we were walking in the “exit and that we didn’t look handicapped” to you. My four year old and I minding our own business felt very privileged that you took the time out of your day to make ours better and set us “straight.”
If you would like, I’m happy to swap my child having had Infantile Spasms and consequently significant brain damage for your place in line. You let me know when you’d like to make that switch. I’d invite you to google Infantile Spasms and read at least one article and then go ahead let me know if my child “deserves” to “cut everyone in line.”
You see sir, my daughter doesn’t understand lines. She doesn’t know why we have to wait, she physically can’t wait without an extraordinary struggle. She loves Disney, but according to you she shouldn’t have “special treatment.” Again, if we have offended you in our special treatment I am so happy to switch places in line with you if you’ll also take her “handicap.”
Now I do understand that some may abuse Disney’s very gracious disability pass and that’s why it is so bloody tedious getting one each and every time you go to the park. Maybe those in line with 8 other people who appear to only have a temporary injury and chose to spend time with their entire family at Disney? I am sure that those who have cheated the system are the root of your frustration and your down right shameful attitude, but let me tell you that you can’t visibly see all disabilities. You can’t see Infantile Spasms. You can’t see cancer. You can’t see traumatic brain injury. Frankly most disabilities you can see, are often not as serious as those you can’t (of course not always). The woman in line with the cast. Is she disabled? Yes, of course, but she’s temporarily that way. Don’t judge my child and myself by how we look. Maybe we are cheats, or maybe we just want to enjoy a piece of the magic like everyone else. Did your wife cry at Disneyland? Did your kid lay on the floor in the stores because they couldn’t express their wants and needs? Did you get held to the side for shoplifting because your purchases had a sensor on them without your knowledge while your child yelled and pulled everything off the shelves? Did your child have an accident because they were unable to get to the bathroom in time? Did you drip sweat chasing your kid that much closer making sure they didn’t God forbid touched anyone else? Did you eat as fast as you could or not at all, so you could make sure your child didn’t knock over anyone else’s food? Did you feel the need to look at perfect strangers and justify things with “she has some special needs?” Did you cry a little every time you heard “oh” in response? Did you try with everything in your being to just be normal for a day? If you answered yes to all those things then sir I commend you. If you didn’t, I simply have one recommendation. THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK.
Do I wish I spoke up and said something in the moment? No! I am happy that I picked myself and my child up and we hopped right on that Mater’s Junkyard ride. As we were whisked and whipped around in loops we let your negativity fly off us. Don’t pity us, pity yourself and your ignorance.