Why is it that so much stuff designed for the disabled are either called by baby names or have a double use? Cot sides, drinks holders for prams and wheelchairs, hooks for prams and wheelchairs, the creams, the talc’s, the incontinence products that look like nappies, some wheelchairs that look less grown up than push chairs. What about nappy sacks to dispose of soiled wipes, or the baby wipes themselves. I could go on and anyone who has been or is disabled or has been around disabled people knows what I mean.
There needs to be new a range of disabled products. Macho wipes for men, I am being silly here of course, but you see my point. Or how about a wheelchair able-bodied people are jealous of. I know they are much better than they used to be, but most of the improvement in wheelchairs is in the chassis that you don’t really see. Or the seat that is covered by the user. The most visible bits don’t look great. Yet look at pushchairs these days. I wouldn’t mind going in one of those. They look mean, off road capable, stylish and we’ll designed. Most modern pushchairs look like they were designed by people who cared what the result looked like. There seems to be an idea that because a wheelchair is an essential mobility aid, what it looks like doesn’t matter. But, if that were true why wouldn’t it apply to glasses, another essential aid. I sometimes wonder if designers of disabled products have ever had to use them. I know my chair is NHS and someone will say it would cost too much, but really, good design doesn’t cost more.
Don’t misunderstand me. I think the wheelchair the NHS have given me is functionally brilliant, it meets my needs. I even like bits of its design. But overall it just looks like a chair with wheels. Don’t say that’s what it is, because design transforms function into something we enjoy seeing.
I said I didn’t want this blog to be a moan and I don’t. So, I have a couple of stories to share about using my wheelchair.
I have a lot of friends on Facebook that I have never met, I think I just click yes to friends of friends of friends. So, lots of people have seen pictures of me and know a little of my story, without me knowing them. One day I was being taken out to the local park by one of my carers. As we waited for the traffic lights to change a lady came up to us full of enthusiasm, she gave me a great big kiss on the cheek and said,
“How Great to actually meet you Mike, I follow you on Facebook.”
My carer looked at me and asked, “Did you know her?”
“No, it must be my aftershave.” I said.
Laughing we carried on to the park.
Another time I was in a collapse. Because my chair is so fully supported, and the straps hold me in. I can be moved along slowly when slightly reclined. Mary must operate my chair outside anyway as the collapses count as a sort of fit or seizure. So, she was driving the wheelchair slowly along. As we travelled a young girl and her Grandad walked past.
“Ah! How cute.” The little girl was referring to me.
She then matched our speed and asked Mary lots of detailed questions about me. I felt like a cute little baby in a pushchair being analysed by the little girl. Still, could be worse, she could have been repulsed by me or shouted rude comments. I’d rather be thought cute.
I used to find it embarrassing being in such a supported chair in public. I either get ignored by people who assume I have no mental capacity. Or I get too much attention by people who think I am in need of encouragement. It must be hard to hit the balance.
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