Crutches
A little background, I’m 6’4” and 220 pounds, which means people never help me with anything. Whether it’s holding doors, carrying something for me or just a “Can I help you with that”, it literally never happens. Last Tuesday I rolled my ankle playing basketball and have been on crutches since and the most amazing change has taken place. People suddenly think that I can’t do anything on my own and NEED their assistance. It’s starting to piss me off. Every time I’m doing anything other than just walking with the crutches someone offers or insists on helping.
People even go out of their way to hold the door to the bathroom open, no one’s offered to hold my dick for me while I pee but I’m expecting that one any day now. I know I should be grateful for all the help because even the little things are difficult with crutches but I’m still pissed. Then I realized something, I’m turning into that grumpy old man deep inside, the one that doesn’t let anyone do anything for him regardless of how difficult the act may be.
I don’t know when this started or why but it’s gotten to the point where people look at me with a certain look and I can tell they are going to offer help. Then this little old man inside of me starts to grow and wants to yell “I CAN DO IT!!!.” It sounds like the guy in Adam Sandler’s movies, you all know who I’m talking about, encouraging me to fight the man that is our culture and its attitude toward people with a handicap. Whether its pride or some sort of misconstrued arrogance I’ve realized these old men need to be able to do these things themselves even if it kills them. As a nation we need to let those old men do those things themselves.
