I was telling a friend about my problem with the mail yesterday and about the past problem with Fed Ex. She knows how much my back hurts and she was angry on my behalf. And she asked, "WTF are disabled people supposed to do, then?"
I said I didn't know, but a moment later, the answer came to me. What we are supposed to do, I think, is not be disabled. Some people that are fortunate enough not to have a disability find the disabilities of others terribly inconvenient and bothersome, it seems. What they want is for us to simply stop being disabled, but if we can't do that, then they would like us to pretend we aren't disabled, to stop inconveniencing them with our disabilities.
Because how hard is it for the mail carrier to knock on my door and wait 30 seconds for me to open it so he can hand me my package instead of just leaving it on the ground?
And remember me writing before about how the property manager of my building delivers notices by wedging them into the doors so that when tenants open their doors, the papers fall to the floor? I spoke to the property manager three months ago (three months and two days, to be exact, as I happen to know because I blogged about it that day) about it, about how I and several of my neighbors find it very difficult or impossible to pick up those papers from the floor and asked if he could please find another way to deliver notices. Well, they are still being wedged into the doors. Apparently that is what is most convenient for him and it doesn't matter how inconvenient it is for the tenants.
Disabled people are supposed to deal with it. To find a way to deal with it, a way that doesn't involve the non-disabled people having to make any changes or go to any extra effort at all, no matter how small an effort it might take.