I didn’t know we were a handicap family until a prescription for a vehicle handicap sticker arrived in the mail. It never crossed my mind that we are a handicap family. We’re strong. We workout…occasionally. I assumed if we went to Kings Island and had to park two miles away, we’d push Jackson the two miles to the park entrance. So it was weird when the handicap prescription arrived at our house.
However, I realized the sticker’s value when I was with Jackson in the parking lot on the corner of Vine and E. 12th Street in Over the Rhine and the only space available was the handicap spot. I then forgot about the sticker until I was in the Kroger parking lot and the only close open space was the handicap spot. I keep thinking, “Is it a good reason to use the handicap sticker because it’s the only place to park?”
I’m struggling with the fact that we have a handicap sticker. I’m not sure if we should use it because Josh and I are strong and capable and we can push him or carry him where he needs to go. What if we take the handicap spot and someone who really needs it has to park far away?
In addition to my contemplation of the handicap sticker, I’m constantly thinking about things I never thought I’d have to think about. For example, and don’t judge: Will I have to go to church every Sunday after Jackson gets the wheelchair? I will be easily recognizable if I start taking Jackson to church in the wheelchair. So, people will know when I’m not there.
It’s weird to be in our situation and it’s odd to think about all these things we’ve never thought about before. Still, the strangeness of our situation fades with each passing day.