One of the most coveted, but also controversial, aspects of being disabled is the ability to park in disabled (or as the larger public refers to them, "handicapped") parking spots. Here in my home state of California we have two factors impacting the availability for disabled people to park in disabled parking spots: 1) increased population density and 2) a generation of people who are simply aging (and thus acquiring disabling conditions, many times requiring the use of disabled parking). There is a third factor, that of the increased diagnosing of "invisible disabilities," a topic I will explore in this post.
Burping, spitting, passing gas, nose-picking, gum slapping: most of these come to mind as topping the list of public etiquette taboos. One, however, that often doesn’t come to mind—not because it isn’t a common practice—is staring. Believe me, I should know.
I have found myself the object of many unwanted stares. I was born with a rare muscle disorder that wrecked havoc on my skeletal system leaving me physically challenged and my body deformed. My hips were displaced at a very young age, and progressive Scoliosis (curvature of the spine) disfigured my rib cage.