>Ask a stupid question…

>Get a stupid answer!

For various reasons I went out yesterday without the fugly clown shoe like cast shoes on top of my casts

Fugly cast shoes. The ones I have now are too big for my feet (the ones I had that fit went missing when left at the hospital for the few days I was out of plaster earlier this week) hence the clown shoe description.

I went to the supermarket. I was wearing my red skirt which perfectly matches my red casts. Because clearly, matching your clothes and casts is important (unless I want to wear my favourite skirt which clashes but I love, that is…)

And whilst I was in there a woman I didn’t know stopped me and asked what I’d done to need the casts.

I said, nothing, there’s nothing wrong with them.

And she made it clear that was a totally unacceptable answer.

I just went “it’s a fashion statement”

And she gave me a dirty look. But she didn’t get a chance to say anything other than to call bye to my back as I moved away.

I am more than happy to talk to people about being disabled and answer questions. I always have been. But only if they are asked for legitimate reasons.

My life is not public property. Being disabled, using a chair and having my legs in casts don’t people the right to ask questions simply to satisfy their own nosy tendencies. But when I refuse to answer, people are put out.

It did feel good to put her in her place and especially to be flippant whilst doing so.