Handicap Parking and My Invisible Illness

 

I have an invisible illness. To look at me you would see a short, fat, middle-aged grandmother. Sometimes I walk with a cane, but most of the times I don’t need it. I have a handicapped parking tag hanging on the mirror of my car. I park in handicapped spots. However, I get nasty looks when I get out of my car because I look normal.

I am not “normal”, I have Fibromyalgia. This is a connective tissue disorder. The health professionals’ don’t know what causes it, or how to cure it. There is no blood work that says, yes, you have it or, no, you don’t. It is diagnosed by a list of symptoms and a series of pressure points on the body.
They symptoms of Fibromyalgia are many and varied. What affects one sufferer may not affect another. In my case it is chronic fatigue and chronic pain. The fatigue can be overwhelming. Some days, just thinking about getting out of my bed or my chair is more than I can deal with. Doing everyday activities like washing my hair may not be possible because I can’t hold my arms up long enough to lather in the shampoo much less have any remaining strength to rinse it out.

Chronic pain is another major symptom of this disease. It is not like any pain I have ever had. My muscles hurt. My joints hurt. My skin hurts. It hurts to have the lightest touch. Being hugged can be torture. Shaking hands feels like a vise. This is where the pressure point diagnoses comes in. There are eighteen pressure points on your body. A doctor who is familiar with the illness knows how hard and where to press. If he gets a reaction on eleven of the eighteen, it is considered a diagnosis. The day I went in because of the pain, I had a response to all eighteen pressure points.

Other symptoms that go with the illness do not in and of themselves mean you have Fibro. They can be indicators of other illnesses or mean nothing at all. I have a tendency to drop small items such as keys. I have also dropped large items because I thought I had a good grip on them and didn’t. This is not always constant and some days are better than others.

It can also alter your vision. Some days it is hard to focus and other days I have clarity of vision I haven’t had in years. Some days I can walk as I did ten years ago, and some days it is all I can do to make my legs work. Some days I can eat whatever I want. Some days my stomach is in an uproar and getting any distance from a toilet is not an option.

How does this affect my everyday life? In some ways, it has been extremely negative. I have well-meaning friends and family tell me about the latest miracle cure. They also give me unsolicited advice such as if you would only . . . fill in the blank . . . you would feel better. On the other hand, there is this wonderful new doctor, treatment or vitamin that will surely cure me. They are offended when I don’t jump at the latest offering or advice, but what they don’t understand is that I have looked at all the suggestions they are offering me, and I found them lacking, quackery or just plain dangerous.
I can no longer work, even part-time. The fatigue and pain would put me to bed. I know, because I tried working part-time. At the end of the first two weeks, I was in tears. At the end of the second two weeks, I was in the bed for most of the next five months.

My love life is not what I want it to be. It is difficult for my husband to make love to me knowing that his slightest touch can be painful. This might work if you are married to a sadist, but most husbands don’t want to hurt their wives. The fatigue also plays havoc with my love life. I get tired quickly.
I have three beautiful grandchildren. I have not bonded with the youngest two as well as I have with the oldest. Because of the fatigue and tendency to drop objects I didn’t hold them as much as I did the first one.All of this led to a tremendous amount of guilt and anger. These have to be dealt with in order to move on with your life.
Grieve.
Grieve for the abilities you have lost.
Grieve for the uncontrollable changes in your life.
Grieve for the plans you had that will not come to pass.
Grieve for the you, you could have been.
Get angry.

Find someone who will listen without judging. Who will let you blow off steam. If cussing makes you feel better, use every foul word you ever heard and make up new ones. Get it out of your system. Dealing with the guilt and the anger are not going to happen overnight, and once you deal with it doesn’t mean it will be gone forever. You will have periods where they will come back. Don’t be alarmed or get depressed, well maybe for a little while you can be depressed, but deal with them in the way you know works for you. The only exception here is substance abuse. It is very tempting to drink, smoke pot, do pills or eat yourself into a stupor to make it all go away. However, this are only temporary fixes, and adds to your problems. It is not what you would tell your children or your friends to do. So, don’t you. (End of sermon)

All is not lost. I have been able to make positives out of the negatives. I now work from home as a freelance writer. It has been a slow journey, but I am making progress. I have written a few articles and been paid for them. I was a regular book reviewer for Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine, and had to stop as I had a short story published. I am developing an online reputation as a writer doing research columns, writing book reviews and teaching classes online.

My husband and I are learning to adapt to the illness and have a mutually satisfying love life. My children and grandchildren are learning to cope and know that they are loved in spite of what I can no longer do. We are learning how to adapt the activities we love to do as a family so I can take part and everyone can have a good time.

My friends and family are learning to look carefully at treatments and doctors not just for me, but for themselves too.

Now, if I could just get people in parking lots to quit giving me dirty looks when a “normal” looking woman gets out of a car parked in a handicapped spot.

Submitted by guest writer Deborah Brent

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  • Patty

    I kind of agree with part of what Tom says. He makes a valid point about the spaces that have the lines beside them. THE LINED AREAS ARE NOT PARKING SPACES. If it has lines throughout, then it is part of the space beside it. It is illegal to park in the spaced area, as it is for unloading,not parking. I think maybe there needs to be more education that comes with having a permit.

    I have given up using spaces all together and just try to park near a cart corral that has carts and I use the cart as a crutch to get to the front door.

  • J R Lambert

    I had knee surgery in May, followed by a life threatening pulmonary embolism in July, pulmonary hypertension and an aortic aneurysm. I am 61 but look much younger, I have a slight limp on bad days, because I had the PE before I could start PT after the knee surgery. I use oxygen at night. Like many here, I don’t always “look sick”, in fact I try not to; but I need the handicapped placard because I get extremely short of breath from the lung damage. I need help going up even a few stairs, and have to stop frequently when walking; I’m still in pulmonary rehab.
    My husband, who is my driver when I travel out of town for work, will drop me off at the door and park in a “regular” space unless he’s going in with me, but he has to help me in some places. I don’t use a cane or assistive device in public, but feel a lot weaker than I look.
    I’m an RN, and I frequently hear people complaining about “able bodied” people using handicapped spaces…. oh well, it’s their problem. In SC, handicapped placards have your driver’s license picture on them, and you must be in the car in order to use it. Kids can’t borrow the handicapped decal. I think it’s a great idea, although I don’t really like my mugshot hanging in my window!

    Thank you for posting this thread! It needs to be said.

  • Andrea Walsh

    I have had SLE for 6 years with my CNS primarily affected so I am no longer able to use my PhD in biomolecular chemistry and JD as a patent lawyer. I have had 2 strokes and experience difficulty walking but don’t always look “sick”. I have been yelled at and cursed by people when I use my handicap sticker in Cape Coral. It is so frustrating that I usually try to avoid handicap parking.
    I also get comments about my weight all the time from people I don’t know-if I am looking at the information on a product, people assume I am checking out the calorie content. Today, two woman in the store looked at me buying Weight Watcher brownies in disgust and said “Dear, there is a difference betwwen being slender and being a skeleton- you sould be buying tons of regular food!)

  • Karen

    Although 90% of the time I don’t need a mobility assistance device, I am NOT able bodied! My problem isn’t my legs – I have Class III Heart Failure and can only walk about 30-50 feet before I need to stop and rest. You’d think I was fine seeing me get out of my car, but getting to the entrance of the store/mall/medical office is a struggle and can even be hazardous if I need to stop when traffic is busy. Once inside, I can take my time and pace myself (no one notices when you go a few feet up an aisle, stop, go a few more feet, stop, etc. In the mall, I’m not really covering that toolbox in the Sears display window…I’m catching my breath while trying not to draw attention to myself. On really bad days, I’ll use a cane for support or one of those courtesy mobility carts the stores offer. I try not to draw attention to the fact that I’m disabled and the fact that my disability (heart and lungs) is an invisible one often helps in that. But that doesn’t mean getting the distance between the car and the store is any less hazardous and my handicapped parking placard is invaluable to me.

    What a normal person might consider a run in, run out search-and-destroy shopping errand that might take them 15 minutes or less to accomplish can easily take me an hour or hour and a half to do the same thing when you factor in how I must pace myself. Not all people who need disabled parking need mobility aids.

    I’d trade my good parking space for a good heart and set of lungs any day. Those that don’t need a disabled parking placard should be thrilled and thankful they have the ability to walk the length of the parking lot, not be jealous of our “good parking”.

  • goddessoflubbock

    I’ve come to the end of my rope and given up on handicapped parking. We now park towards the back of the lot, taking two spaces. We drive a Vibe (small) and I use a powerchair and oxygen. My chair is in pieces in the car, hubby has to build it every time. I can’t count how many times parts were nearly destroyed bc people (with and w/out tags) pulled in to park on the lines right next to me!

    Getting out of the chair and back into the car, I’ve had numerous ppl yell at me “you can walk”. Yup, I knew that already. Sometimes at home I can even walk all the way from my power lift chair to the bathroom before I black out!

    Because I am on oxygen I’ve been told to quit smoking. I’ve never smoked anything, ever! I’ve also been told to lose weight – which btw was gained as a result of not being able to breathe to walk much less exercise.

    So I no longer bother. And I have never been ticketed for our parking either.

  • Kurt

    Yeah I get that too. I have ‘invisible’ MS.

  • Jennifer

    I just want to say to everyone here that I admire your bravery and patience in putting up with such horrible people. I have rheumatoid arthritis and a visible disability. 2 years ago a broke my ankle and tore all the tendons in it. I did not have medical insurance at the time and as I had experienced previous ankle injuries I just used my crutches and tried to tough it it out. When I finally went to the doctor, my ankle had not healed correctly and now my ankle and my foot turn inward and to the side. I cannot walk normally..imagine trying to walk with a thorn in the bottom of your foot and trying not to touch it to the pavement. I used crutches for a while and can sometimes walk with a brace. It looks very bad but no longer causes me any pain. I do not have a handicap tag, and when people ask me why I tell them because there are people out there who need it more. I know how tiring it can be when you are in pain and have trouble walking long distances and for those of you out there who struggle with this I hope people in this world learn some more tolerance. I hate people who think that rules don’t apply to them and they can park in a handicap spot when they are not at all disabled and just don’t care. I think bumper stickers are a great idea and even t-shirts. I think people as a whole need to learn to not judge, especially if they don’t have all the facts.

  • shelly

    I have a card for my 2 children in wheelchairs. went to pick son up at school and a grandfather around 55 was in a handicap spot (because he’s picking up a healthy child and doesnt want to sit in traffic) Alot of parents that are picking up disabled kids have complained but nothing was getting done So I went to the township and finally they added more handicap parking to give the parents that have to take down a wheelchair room to do it while a grandparent with a healthy child that runs out to the car each day sits in the handicap spot. big pet peave with me

  • Chris

    Also I found something that brings the closest description of the pain of everyday. Almost everyone has had a severe toothache. I tell them now to imagine a toothache all over their body. It doesn’t fully explain it but until I had fibro, etc. I think a toothache was one of the worst pains and most people know how it feels. Just my 2 cents.

  • Chris

    I have FMS, CFS, RSD, and the list goes on. I am unable to get a handicapped placard. Therefore, I usually have someone drop me off at the front door if possible. Otherwise, as others have pointed out I have to cut my trip short and sometimes decide what is more important to get. What I disagree with is I know a woman who has a handicapped child. She has both her legs amputated. She has a placard for this child which is fine, BUT she uses the placard when the little girl is not with her. You would think she would be the last person to do this.

  • judith d evans

    Hi Everyone, and thank you Deborah for your spot-on report of your story. How well I can relate to excruciating, bone crushing pain as parts of my body contort into positions I would never be able to do naturally.

    There is a weird comfort to know I am not alone in having an “invisible” disease. My neurologist said that 90+% of neurological diseases are unable to be detected, but may someday they will create more sophisticated diagnostic machines. Well, I do wish someday was here.

    I can relate to the “snide” remarks, when I have a “good” day, people think you are faking it.

    I, too, am able to walk without a cane or walker on a “good” day if I am in a confined area.

    I am able to mow our neighbor’s and our lawn, but it is something that has a handle and four wheels. Believe me, though, that I do pay for it in pain. I do know it isn’t going to kill me, so I keep pushing the button because I feel my independence has been stolen. I love helping people.

    Thank you again for your story.

    Love and hugs,
    Judy Evans (Rogs)

  • Guess what I just found!
    http://www.cafepress.com/+not_all_disabilities_are_visible_bumper_sticker,220706383

    There are plenty of others too, if you search on disability.

    The only time i’ve been yelled at was when I asked the driver of the car parked next to mine if he’d noticed it was a disabled space. I was calm and polite, and had reminded myself that they (it was a lively family) might have something as invisible as my own FM. He pointed out the child’s wheelchair in the back, which I could hardly see even after he showed me, and was utterly indignant that I’d asked. I was astonished, would have thought we’d be on the same side as it’s usually me getting the dirty ‘must be faking’ looks.

    I once (before my disability set in) did the same with a young fit businessman who’d parked in a mother-n-child space at a supermarket. He very rudely told me, basically, ‘Who cares?’ Don’t suppose he’d ever struggled with a wriggling toddler and 7-month backache, fatigue etc…

    (I’m not an elderly busybody, but I’ve always believed in taking only what you need and that if I do nothing about things, i have no right to whinge about them privately.)

  • Charlayne Elizabeth Denney

    Deborah, I swear we could be twins, your story sounds so much like mine. I have been disabled now for about 4 years after having fibromyalgia, Chronic Pain Syndrome, and IBS. I keep trying to keep going but slowly, the fibro is kicking me. And any time I get stressed (bills, etc) or angry, I can spend a week in bed.

    And fibro-fog is not my friend. It’s the monster that makes my brain feel like swiss cheese. I have problems writing (and my former job was technical writer) and I had to quit school short of my History/English BS degree because of it. Yes, I’m 53 and it should be a bit hard at my age but I fought up to the last 16 hours to get it and just had to quit because I was too tired and too much in pain to go.

    Tim, I have moved on from just my cane (which I use a lot of the time) to a wheelchair (which I couldn’t push) to a 3-wheel scooter to go most places. I have a lift on the back of my van for it and it hooks on and is covered. I park in handicapped spots with my plaquard but I’m going to get the plates next year, I have trouble remembering to put the thing on my mirror (and in Texas, they can fine you for having it up when driving).

    I have to go to the judge next week. I’ve been in water therapy for the osteoarthritis I’ve developed on my lower back. The therapy is done at one of the hugest fitness centers I’ve ever seen. It’s there because the pool is warm. I can’t take my buggie in because it’s really hard to move around the changing rooms and such. But it’s on the back of my van. Last week I was inside, finishing up my therapy and changing when someone called the cops because they didn’t see my blue plaque, which was on the visor held by my garage door opener but in sight if you looked in the front or driver side window.

    I got a ticket! A nice lady came out and told me that the officer got out, walked around my car, took pictures, and then wrote me up. She asked him to not do it, she knew there was someone in the center who was in therapy and had a cane. She asked him if he could just give a warning because it was obvious that the owner needed the space. He said no and the ticket was placed under my window wiper. I came out, as usual barely able to walk after the workout that usually wipes me out so that I end up in a long nap after I travel the 30 miles back home. She told me what happened and I just sat there, stunned. On the ticket it says “dispatched” which means he didn’t happen onto my van, he was called. I am angry about that too. I’ve got to drive down on a day that I’m not in the therapy (wednesday) to go before the judge and show him that I am in need and it was a mistake by a fibromyalgia patient who was running late and being forgetful. I plan on riding into court with my buggy, cane, plaque, and documents. I need these things to function and I am torn as to whether to say “not guilty” or “guilty with modifiers”.

    I’ll probably spend the whole next week after in bed from stress. I just LOVE having fibromyalgia…weeeeeeee!

  • Faye, Your response to Tim was right on track(I applaud you). I too believe Tim has MAJOR anger issues. I have FM, and have a placard. I don’t use it all the time, but there are days I couldn’t function if I didn’t have that card. ANd I get the stares just like others if I do have to use mine, and this is sad. Love the idea about bumper sticker saying “just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there”! My pain and fatique are VERY real to me when I’m experencing them.

  • Dawn

    I have been reading over all of the posts and while I personally am not the person with the disability I agree with you all 100% percent except for Tom. My daughter who is 10 has Mitochondrial Disease and a rare form of Epilepsy called Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome. She has the ability to walk but only for a short distance and then requires the use of a wheelchair, we have both the placard and tag for handicap parking and I am so greatful. I know there are some that think we need to just park in normal parking as she is a child and has a chair, but she is just like any other little 10 yr old girl in that she gets embarassed having to have her mother assist her so much or the fact that she has not one but two tubes in her stomach. We get stares and remarks from older and some young handicap parking users and it really saddens me to think that people actually want to be “sicker” or more “disabled” than others. I have found myself more than once saying things and I would like to take the time to say them to you as well Tom. You and those others that have said things to me and 10 YEAR OLD daughter have had the luxury of being able to age, my child is terminally ill and will not live to be “old” she has every GOD given right to park there just like you. So when you go to bed at night or wake up and look at yourself in the mirror, I hope you can live with yourself knowing that you just told a child that it does not matter that she will never be the one driving the car, graduating highschool, going on a date, to a football game, getting a job, much less getting married, what matters is that you get the damn parking space!

  • Debbie

    I can understand everybody’s comments on this topic. Having an “invisible disability” makes being “disabled” all the worse!! I do have a legitimate handicap placard which I truly only use if the only available parking spots are further than 3-4 spots away. But, when I do use the handicap spaces, I am constantly looked at or spoken to like I am pretending to be disabled to get a close spot. I have once broken down to a person on a particularly bad lupus day, crying and saying that I wish I was pretending… I wish the pain in my knees didn’t have me debating with myself about going to the store to get dinner for my family was necessary. I wish that I was pretending that I have actually slept through the night last night instead of the fact that I actually have not slept through the night in months. I get the reason why people visually judge those of us that are “invisibly” disabled, but my suggestion to everybody is that you never really know what someone is going through unless you are walking in their shoes………. Just my humble opinion!

  • TekGreg

    I am currently fully disabled from 9 years of surgeries and complications of diabetes. Even though I am compliant, my body still has problems coping. I also deal with an advanced pain condition that is not FM but is similar in intensity and problems. I ride around with a collapsible wheelchair, but I keep it in the back cargo compartment of the minivan so it is always accessible – side door access being what it is these days. I also had a boss who was quadriplegic and had to find parking spaces with side wheelchair access and so I have a lot of experience with that as well and feel for Tim and others who have to fight with it. My boss wasn’t as angry as Tim, and was a real problem solver. Being quadriplegic, he used a motorized wheelchair and, being unable to find a handicapped space with ramp access, he would park farther back on the lot, park at an angle across two spaces, and thereby create his own ramp access that no one could take from him! In 15 years of doing it, no police officer ever ticketed him for double parking. He always said that if he did get a ticket, he figured he would go to court – he had a GREAT case!

    I try to park my van in handicapped spots that don’t use the access area because I have learned to survive without them and I sometimes am able to walk into the store and use the motorized carts in the store. I have also got the stares when walking, but I have never felt guilty and never backed down. I do not judge anyone’s disability as being lesser or greater than mine because I don’t know what it is nor how it affects them and their life. If we start attacking each other, we’re really going to be in bad shape since the healthy public is already doing it every time we park. I choose to stand by my wounded brethren.

    Finally, I leave you with a story from history. As they always say, this is for informational purposes only and I am not responsible for anything you choose to do. I used to have a Chevrolet Blazer that had a couple of modifications. There were two toggle switches added to the dashboard that could be engaged at any time – these were added by a mechanic and cost less than $150. One was an engine kill switch. The other was an electric brake switch wired directly to the battery. When both were flipped to the “On” position, the vehicle’s ignition would would crank over and over again, but the vehicle would not start. With the electric brakes engaged, the vehicle could not be pushed, because even in neutral, the brakes are locked and will not move.

    What’s the point in all of this, you ask? Well, when you see an illegally parked vehicle, it’s usually useless to call the police because by the time the police get there, the person has jetted from the spot and is long gone. BUT, what happens if there’s a broken down vehicle right behind his rear bumper? You pulled over to let someone pass, getting really close to Mr. “In a Rush” who thought it was okay to illegally use a handicapped space. So my Blazer is inches from the bumper, the handicapped pole is holding him in at the front end, flip both switches, raise the hood and call the police. I always ask the police dispatcher if they can get someone there within 30 minutes, because I tell Mr. “In a Rush” that the tow truck is gonna be 45 minutes. You turn the key, the engine turns over again and again, no start. Mr. “In a Rush” gets his friends to help push the vehicle…it won’t move! Wow! Must be all of that chrome. Then, while Mr. “In a Rush” and the Police officer are chatting, you try “one more thing…” (flip the switches to “off”) and tada! The vehicle starts! You wave at the two of them and drive off.

    Now, Mr. “In a Rush” has a ticket for between $280 to $570 dollars, has wasted 45 minutes that he supposedly didn’t have – that was the reason he was illegally parked in the handicapped space, remember? This $150 conversion has cost drivers in two states near me almost $11,000 in fines. My local dispatcher now makes an effort to rapidly dispatch units when I call. I’ve only had to drive off twice because the police were too busy to show up, but I still wasted 45 minutes of Mr. “In a Rush”‘s busy day.

    It’s not for everyone, but I got sick of watching them get away with it. I thought of making a license plate that read “CAP TRAP” – For handiCAP TRAP – but I thought that I might start to see some retribution if they ever thought that this little “breakdown” was on purpose. 😛

  • Joanna

    Liz, thank you for speaking up. I, too, cannot understand why someone cannot walk a few extra hundred feet to go into a store where they must walk around for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, or even a couple of hours. Seven out of ten times I have been unable to park because the spot designated for VAN LIFT ONLY is occupied by a miniature vehicle. Then to find out that it is an able-bodied person walking (without any assisting equipment) into the store is even more aggravating. I beg that consideration be taken when using the designated parking so that someone who must use the extra space to drop a lift can do so.

  • Steph

    I absolutely see Tim’s point when he sees people taking up the only parking spot he could possibly use when empty normal parkings spots are close by…
    For some people a handicapped parking spot ist the only chance to get out the car and do the errands they have to do.

    I live in Germany and I am not eligible for a handicap parking placard even though I can walk about 1000 ft max and am mostly wheelchair bound due to MS.
    I was told as long as you are able to walk 30 ft you are denied handicapped parking privileges over here.
    It used to be easier to get the placard a couple of years ago and I see people using handicapped parking spaces who are way fitter than I am and… yes – it bothers me sometimes!

  • Barbara

    I would like to have a bumper sticker that says “You can have my parking space and placcard but you must take my MS along with it.”

  • liz

    Sorry, but I can see where Tim is coming from and also Ahmie had some great points. I have CFS and Crohn’s disease but do not have a placard. My son has cerebral palsy, a visible disability, and he needs that space WAY more than I ever could. A big part of the space is having the wider aisle for mobility equiptment, that you just can’t get out in a regular spot. In my area, I have NO DOUBT a good number of people are using grandma and grandpa’s placards. If you can RUN from your car in HEELS, I highly doubt you are disabled – and if you are, you don’t need that spot – no matter what your disability is.

    I rarely go out with my son for shopping trips as it is just too much of a pain, honestly – and I do question how bad off you are if you can walk the mall for hours, arms full of bags, with no equipment or anything. That’s what I very often see when I am circling the lot looking for a free spot.

    I am not judging anyone here at all- just telling you what my experience is in my part of town. I completely “get” the needs of the invisible disability, but just wanted to let you know that some of the people with more “traditional” physical disabilities are going through. It is very frustrating when you just need some space to pull out your chair or space to clear your cane as you get out of the car, to see other people bee-bopping into the store in “your” spot.

  • i am a young 55 and can relate to a lot of comments i was brought up to respect my elders but wow . i have lupus,ra,pbc,copd and angina i have good days and bad but it infuriates me when parking and i get the “look”i just have to wave my badge at them just because we look ok doesnt mean we are they should see us the days you cant get out off bed let alone go shopping i would like a badge for our web site but you dont look sick would that be possible i would pay for it ; look foward to having a rant on here it helps to know your not alone

  • Kimberly

    @Tim, – WOW!!!! I don’t care if you have had 1000000 surgeries!!!! Who do you think you are judging us? I have had fibromyalgia all of my life, since birth! I am now 44. Thanks to my doctor and buckets of pain meds, most people don’t know I am sick, but take the med away? You won’t recognize me. The pain alone would probably cause me to stroke. There is nothing EASY about getting in and out of our cars, there is nothing easy about our lives PERIOD! so if a few of us take advantage of parking closer to a store so they can actually FINISH shopping I so many times have had to bail on?? More power to them, I hope they take YOUR spot just because you are mean.. And FYI , I DONT HAVE A PLACARD, by choice,,, I get enough abuse by pharmacists, can’t take anymore.

  • Faye

    @Tim–WOW! You’ve got a lot of anger going there. I could take some of everyone’s problems, put them together and still not have ALL of the diseases, illnesses and health problems that I deal with on a daily basis. But, hey, you are so much worse than all of us put together, YOU are the only one who deserves a handicapped placard, according to your way of thinking. You’re really pitiful because you, like so many uneducated people, are truly mentally handicapped about what is going on all around you with all us “spoonies.” We neither “easily get out” of our cars nor do we “stroll” by…unless, of course, we took plenty of pain meds prior to leaving home (hoping that we don’t get pulled over by a cop) and hoping the pain meds will help us get thru our short errand and be able to get back home. You just don’t get it and that’s sad.

    I have a handicapped placard and I use it sometimes. Sometimes I don’t (if I’ve taken pain meds and feel that I can walk into the store, grab what I need and make it back out to the car and then drive the 20 mile trip home.) But, MOST of the time, I stay at home. For the entire year of 2009, I put fuel in my car only three times–for the enitre year! When I worked, it was once every 5-6 days. My husband drives me to my doctor’s appointments. He does all the shopping. I pay bills and shop online. You see, Tim, I do not have a life…I don’t get to visit my 2 grandchildren who live 3 1/2 hours away…it is just too painful to travel, to sleep in a different bed, to sit on a different sofa. The list could go on and on. I don’t go to the movies, to sporting events, nor to church…too tiring and too painful. No loud concerts–the noise would put me in bed for weeks.

    So, you see, Tim, if I HAVE to drive to the grocery store or drug store in an emergency situation, you can definitely look for me in a handicapped parking space if one is available. Our area also has a problem with someone either sitting behind the wheel or the handicapped person sitting in the passenger’s seat while some healtier person “runs in for just a minute” to grab something. And you can bet your booty that I called the local police station with a description of the car along with the tag number while sitting right behind them!!!! Cell phones are great.

    My father recently died from complications from Parkenson’s Disease after almost 30 years and for many years he required a handicapped parking place. So, you see, Tim, it still pisses me off when someone who isn’t handicapped parks in one and you’d better believe that I approach anyone (in a nice manner) and ask if they are handicapped if they either don’t appear to be or do not have a placard/tag that identifies them as such.

    But, Tim, please try not to judge us too hard, some day it might just kick you in your butt!

  • Cheryl

    I’ve read most if not all of your posts. I have found illness is no respecter of person or age. I have a bunch of health issues and have the handicapped thingie for parking too. Society has pretty much deemed us as not necessary. Yes it hurts to be treated like a second class citizen for something we had no control over and didn’t ask for. But remember, you are brave and courageous for you face life with challenges that most people cant imagine. You keep trying, keep living, keep loving. You’ve gone to school, raised families, worked till you couldn’t, you have lived even with the challenges you have. You are all warriors for you fight a very real giant or giants every day in your health. And not just in your health for it affects us emotionally, spiritually, in every area of our lives. I am so humbled and appreciative of you all for sharing your stories here. you have blessed me greatly. I pray blessings for all of you too.

  • Tim

    Fibromyalgia? Give me a break!! The only post in the whole lot that is real is Ahmie’s. I’ve lived with an actual disability all my life and have had 50 surgeries. Like Ahmie, I need the wide parking space just to get out of my vehicle because my hip does not bend and my knees just a little. I’m horrified when you people who can easily climb out of your car in a normal parking spot, use the wide ones needed by people like me and people unloading wheelchairs. Selfish! I’ve had to circle the parking lot for an hour to get a wide spot and one of you hidden disability people strolls out and gets in a vehicle occupying a wide spot when just a short distance away there are empty normal spots.

  • Diane Y

    I am 47, diagnosed with fibro in 2006 but experiencing other neurological symptoms that caused my doctor to refer me to a neurologist. I am currently waiting for the results of tests to determine if I have MS or possibly lupus. In the meantime, it has become increasingly difficult to walk further than the shortest distances possible, and I have begun to think it may be time to request a handicapped parking permit – which is an incredibly difficult decision for me. At the same time, I am absolutely horrified at the stories I’ve read here in the comments and posts – the rudeness, the meanness, and the audacity of some people is absolutely unbelievable.

    On a side note, every time I think that I’m alone in my pain and suffering, I need only to come to this site to understand that there are many of us who have chronic pain and fatigue as our constant companions. While that is a sad thought, it also brings a measure of comfort knowing that I am NOT alone with this. There are others – many, many others, such as all of you writers, readers and commentors – that understand all too well what living with these conditions is really like. To all of you I say, thank you for this small comfort, and please don’t lose hope that someday maybe there will be a cure – if not for us, for our loved ones and future generations.

  • Kristen Roessler

    I was reading all the posts and came up with a saying for a bumper sticker: Disabilities affect people of all ages in all kinds of ways – seen and unseen.
    Now I just have to get it into production 🙂

  • Vern

    It simply seems that if you dont have a brand new car with a little yippy puppy in it and your RV is at home in the driveway, your collecting SS and belong to every senior organization, eat at every pancake breakfast, go to senior luncheons and play pinochle once a week at the clubhouse in the apartment complex you live in where the rent is based on your income, your just not allowed to park in the handicap spots no matter what your problem is.

    Ihave had 5 failed back surgeries including a fusion, two artificial hips, nueropathy, lymphedema amongst other problems and I have come to the point Iam no longer polite to anyone who even looks at me wrong, I simply flip them off and ask them if they would like to race to the front door. Because, I assure you, I will probably loose because you look way to healthy to be parking there yourself.

  • Lauren

    Wow… I can’t believe how much I can identify with most of this! I’m only 15 and I have fibromyalgia. I don’t think mine’s as bad as most of yours, but I do hurt. A LOT. Especially when I have to walk. Being a high schooler, my friends will slap each other sometimes (they’re just joking and it’s not super hard) and sometimes they forget how sensitive I am – I used to cry when someone poked me too hard in 1st grade – and slap me, too. It stings…. I can barely climb stairs and just standing for a few minutes makes my feet hurt like crazy. My knees and back hurt all the time. My arms feel weak when I hold them up for a few minutes. I don’t have a handicap placard and I think I may never get one since my FM is not quite as bad as most of yours. I don’t think I could take all the comments and angry stares, either. It is VERY hard being this age and hurting…. Having depression doesn’t help either.

  • linda hooper

    Just a couple weeks ago I got very dirty looks from an elderly couple woman with walker who had parked in the handicap spot next to mine. When I slowly climbed out of my seat to go into the same medical building. I’m 55 and have fm/ cfs and it was a better day, but if I had not used my placard I would not have ended as a better day the next closest parking was on the far side of the parking area and not as small parking lot as most of us know about what’s available in medical buildings that are connected to hospitals. For a second I almost wanted to tell them off. Like next time I’ll remember to bring my cane so people like you don’t judge and jump to the conclusion that if you look all right on the outside you must be fine on the out side. I do where High heels when I know It will be a short errand or not require me to be on my feet much. I wore them before I got sick so they are a hard girlie thing to give up. Also the fact that I used to dance ballet and do pointe work helps with the balance thing. But believe me I always have a plan B pair of shoes if things change.
    A good bumper sticker would be’ Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.” all written inside a big purple ribbon.

  • Ahmie

    I am 33, though was informed the other day I look to be about 27, by someone who has gone to the same church as me for several years and THOUGHT I was that young – was mistaken for about 18 years old when I was 30 and pregnant. I have “hypermobility syndrome” that has triggered fibromyalgia and CFIDS symptoms since I was about 10 years old (was coming home from elementary school debilitated by pain and taking 3 hour afternoon naps – still took until I was 17 to get diagnosed with fibro/CFIDS, the hypermobility wasn’t picked up until I was 26 and randomly herniated two lumbar discs). I have been confronted numerous times by older folks who assume I’m borrowing someone’s permit (even when the permit is on my license plate on my oh-so-obvious mom mobile). I usually cock my head at them and say “gray hair isn’t a requirement for disabled parking and the cane ain’t a fashion accessory”. Now that I’m using a mobility scooter more than walking with my cane instead I get the sympathetic “oh, you poor dear!” comments, along with the occassional “if you’re in so much pain, why did you have (“so many”) children?” (I have three, ages 6, 3, and 11 weeks… and I assume the answer to “why do you have children” is the same as it is for other most other parents – because I enjoy sex and wanted to be a mother. Is there something about being disabled that’s supposed to flip those two switches into the “off” position? I missed that memo).

    In Ohio they hand out the darn placards like candy and make you request the plate (unlike Virginia where we lived for several years – there you have to give a reason for the placard and the plate is what they give you by default). Since the majority of people have the placards and only a few have them on their plates, I’ve even come out of shops to find a police officer tearing up a ticket they were about to write because they started writing the parking violation ticket before LOOKING DOWN AT THE PLATE. I am thinking of a note on the inside of my windshield below the rear-view mirror with the handicap symbol and the words “look @ plate.”

    There are a few handicap parking usage issues that annoy the crap out of me, invisible disabilities or not, and regardless of proper permitting. One is when Grandma/pa is left in the car with the windows cracked open as if they’re a dog while the rest of the family takes advantage of Grandma/pa’s permit to park closer and shop. I won’t park in a handicap spot if I’m not getting out of the car – my husband can and does walk just fine. Another is when someone (able or not able-bodied) is sitting in the driver’s seat of the parked car, particularly when there aren’t any other available handicap spots. If there’s someone able to sit in the driver’s seat while someone (disabled or not) runs into the building, that person can park where they can see their passenger come out of the car and free up the parking space for someone who is disabled and trying to be independent. And lastly, I don’t care if you’ve got an invisible disability that DOES entitle you to the parking space if you’re well enough to OWN much less consider 5 inch high heels appropriate errand-running footwear, you don’t need the effing handicap spot and I WILL glare at you dammit! I’ve not worn anything beyond a 1″ heel for over a decade and that was only for my wedding. Yes, I’m jealous and I’m also pissed that you’re taking up one of the few spots that enable me to open my door wide enough to use it as a lever to get in and out of my vehicle.

    Oh, and I don’t care if you have a permit or not, the hash marks are NOT A LEGAL PARKING SPOT. One local disabled woman I know can’t seem to get this through her head and got pissed off when I smacked the side of her car with my van’s door when she parked there (knowing full well it was my van and that I need to be able to open the driver’s side door wide to get in/out AND THAT I WAS IN MY THIRD TRIMESTER OF PREGNANCY!). Asshats – they come in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

  • Shirley

    I have Fibro, RSD, Arthritis and Asthma. Most days it is a struggle just to get in the car to go someplace and then to put up with people who just don’t get it. It never ceases to amaze me how ignorant our society really is when it comes to disabilities. Just the other day, I had an elderly gentleman roll down his window, shake his finger at me and swear, because I parked in a handicap space, using my placard. When I came out of the store, I discovered that he had left me the long dissertation on why I shouldn’t pretend to be disabled. I only wish that I could have sent him a message with the post from Annette: “I’ll be happy to explain my disability to you at length, but it’ll cost you a donation to the cause. Still want to judge?”

  • I can do it! what would you want the bumper sticker to say?

  • Lindsey Sorrell

    Thank you all for your stories. I was beginning to think I was alone with the problem of disabled parking. I have Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, Degenerative Disc Disease and Psoriatic Arthritis. I don’t get many good days when I am able to even go out as I always seem to have one of my illnesses giving me trouble. I am 58 years old but have always looked young for my age. Using disabled parking bays is turning into a nightmare due to the dirty looks, angry comments etc. I often think twice about using them at all. When I have been given dirty looks I have often waved my disabled parking badge at them and asked to see theirs. I have been amazed several times to find they don’t even have one! So many old people just seem to think they have the right to park there because they are old!

    I get so fatigued that when I go out I can usually only manage to go round one shop to get a few bits before I feel exhausted and have to get home as soon as possible. If I can’t park near the shop I am unable to get all the bits I need as I have to give up half way through my shopping, or risk not having the energy to drive home.

    These ignorant people have forced me to only go shopping when my carer can come with me to help. Even with my carer helping me I still get dirty looks and comments. It is very distressing when you are feeling ill to start with. I would love them to spend just one day with the pain and fatigue and all the other complaints that go with Fibromyalgia just to see how they cope. I wonder if they would be so quick to criticize after that day?

    I am even having problems with my neighbours at home as they object to me parking my car outside my house. They all know I am disabled. It is a private road with only 10 houses but it is one of their silly rules that nobody parks outside their house. We are supposed to park our cars at the end of the road where there is a parking space for each house. I am unable to walk as far as the parking spaces even on a really good day as it is quite a distance. I have explained this to them but they just insist that I move my car. Needless to say my car is still parked outside my house! I have commenced a complaint about them with our Parish Council and wait to see how they feel being on the receiving end of the moans and groans! The stress of this situation has exacerbated my symptoms tremendously and at present I can hardly get out of bed now.

    If anyone does come up with some bumper stickers I would be at the top of the queue to buy some. I already have 2 stickers on my bumper stating that I have Fibromyalgia but I doubt many people even know what it is. I don’t think the name Fibromyalgia really sums up the severity of this dreadful illness. I have plenty of room left for more stickers. PLEASE somebody make some for sale!

  • carolyn

    Thank you everyone for writing on this topic. I too have an invisible illness. I am 64 and have a disabled badge in my car. I have arthritis, but the reason I have the disabled badge is because I have a rare adrenal disease. So sometimes I can walk away from the car reasonably normally, but at other times, I struggle to walk very far. The bumper sticker idea, is great!

    Carolyn

  • Thank you Deborah for posting this article. I am 56 years young (as of last Saturday) and I have Wilson’s disease, a rare genetic condition in which I cannot metabolize the toxic metal copper. I have lived 26 years beyond the time my most optimistic doctors gave me when I was first diagnosed.

    I too, get the dirty looks, the nasty remarks, and the “you don’t look disabled” looks. I drive a truck with disable plates and often I have my kayaks on top or my bikes in the back and I can only imagine what people think!

    One day, as a result of having a failing stage IV cirrhotic liver, I had a hypoglycemic episode which left me “out cold” on the pavement while walking. Moments later I was in the back of an ambulance being rushed to the hospital.

    I am pursuing my doctorate degree in psychology (and this is crazy – at the age of 56) so that I can work to raise the awareness that those with disabilities, whether visible or not, should be treated with the same respect and compassion as anyone because we are as human as anyone.

    I recently published my story, “The Cascade Effect: A Biologist Shares His Faith and His Story Living with Wilson’s Disease.” The book is available on Amazon.com.

    We can raise the awareness of others by continuing to write about and speak about our own disabilities, not as cocky individuals who believe we are entitled to something, simply as human beings who desire that everyone live by the “Golden Rule!”

    Thanks – W. Mark Dendy

  • lnasmom

    I am so happy to have found this website. I was diagnoses with myasthenia gravis this year. I have been told that I dont look ill or sick but look a little tired. Yes even by my boss who commends herself as a highly decorated RN. I have been mocked and immitated only to realize its a lack of education for the disease processes on their behalf. Thanks for everyone letting me know I am not alone and i will order several of those bumper stickers too!

  • Sheri Dean

    I have had Rheumatoid Arthritis since I was 14 and Handicap parking permit since I started driving. After bilateral hip replacements, a knee replacement and many more surgeries on my feet I need the parking permit. I too have been yelled at, glared at, accused of stealing someone elses permit and questioned by police about my parking. If those bumper stickers are made I will buy a gross. My pet peeve is peope who do not have a parking permit and park in our spots any way, “I just ran in to get something.” If I could run I wouldn’t need special parking.

  • Tammie

    I have a placard and do not look sick, either. I actually had a bumper sticker made that says, “Not all disabilities are visible” for this very reason.

    The really ironic thing about not using an assistive device is that I would actually have LESS need for the parking spot if I were able to sit in a wheelchair or scooter than I do without one; however, on my own there is no way I can get a wheelchair in and out of a car.

  • Kristin Tahai

    Alison,
    You commented about the chronic pain specialist that won’t sign off on a handicapped placard for you… try going to your primary care doc. ANY doctor can sign off on a placard (at least in NH, I would assume that it’s the same regardless of where you are, but then again, I don’ tknow the rules in TX). I was able to get a specialist to sign off on a temporary (6 month) placard, and then had my primary doc sign off on a permanent card. It definitely is useful.
    I also agree with what others have stated, about being young and getting looks because of parking in handicapped parking… I’m 27, and don’t LOOK disabled. But walking through the grocery store really can be painful. I had knee surgery back in September and had complications. I am finally to the point where walking is easier, but I still can’t walk too far without being in a lot of pain. It is frustrating and annoying, and getting angry looks because I park close to the entrance just makes me more frustrated. Trust me, I didn’t choose to have my problems.
    Oh yes, and I have Fibromyalgia and Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. HEDS has no cure, and means that my joints are very lax, making me prone to joint pain.

  • I can soooo identify with this. I can walk without assistance only short distances due to fibromyalgia, arthritis from Sjogren’s, etc. No one gives me any garbage when I have to use my wheelchair, but when I walk into a store under my own power, I get the looks and can tell by their expression what they’re thinking.

    One time, I was in water therapy and one of the other people in the pool (I’m 46 and everyone else is at least 65) went on and on about how someone who was obviously too young to be disabled took a handicapped parking space, not knowing that person was me!

  • Alison

    I’m jealous of anyone with fibromyalgia who can even get themselves a handicapped parking permit. I can’t! My chronic pain specialist refuses to sign off on the application for me. And not even because she thinks I don’t need it; she just has a ‘personal policy’ that she’ll only approve handicapped permits for patients who are over age 65 or who require use of a cane/walker/wheelchair/etc. Since I’m 26 and physically capable of walking without an assistive device — never mind how painful and exhausting it is, and never mind the fact that under my state’s laws, I meet all the qualifications for a permit — I don’t get one. When I explain to her that I don’t intend to use it all the time, mainly just for school, so I can park closer to campus and not feel like absolute crap by the time I get to class, she says that I need the extra walking because it’s good exercise. Well, yeah, that’s true. Walking is good exercise and I do need exercise for my fibromyalgia and general health. But I think I should get to choose WHEN I exercise, don’t you? And as she knows, I do exercise regularly (walking, yoga, stretches, core strengthening, etc) on my own schedule. But I don’t do it right before class, because I like being able to pay attention to my professors rather than falling asleep from post-exercise fatigue or curling up in the corner and crying from post-exercise pain. Even my disability counselor at school agrees that I deserve a permit and she personally contacted my doctor trying to get me at least a temporary permit for one semester so we could see how it worked out — no luck.

    The worst part is, I don’t have health insurance (school doesn’t offer any, can’t work while I’m a full-time student, and obviously can’t get private insurance with fibromyalgia) so I can’t afford to seek out a new pain specialist who would be more accommodating. Even if I could, I’d probably just seem like a lazy, pill-seeking, good-parking-seeking faker who’s out to con the system. And despite this problem, she IS a good doctor who’s very accommodating when it comes to finding ways to manage my pain. Always willing to consider new treatments/medications, gives me lots of referrals to other kinds of specialists for testing or complementary therapies, investigates all my symptoms instead of assuming they’re just from the fibro, etc. I’ve been seeing her for years and don’t want to switch to a completely new doctor who doesn’t know me and might want to start all over with the diagnosis/treatment process. Big sigh.

    Anyone know a good doctor in San Antonio, TX, who would be willing to help a fibro patient out on this one issue?

  • Jackie

    Annette, you definitely have a winner of a bumper sticker. You could make a lot of money with that I think!!

  • Annette

    Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! I have FM (though I tend to just lump everything under my lupus), and your words help me explain it (and many things) far better than I can even hope to say.

    In regards to handicapped parking plates/placards: What’s needed is an additional bumper sticker that reads “I’ll be happy to explain my disability to you at length, but it’ll cost you a donation to the cause. Still want to judge?”

    Peace and pain free to all!

  • Denise McSpadden

    I’m 37 but look younger despite the panda eyes, lol and I have Fibromyalgia, Chronic Myofascial Pain Syndrome, Osteoarthritis and prolapsed discs in my neck and lumbar spine and I often get the same “looks” and have even been verbally “challenged” by elderly wannabe “Blue Badge wardens”. At the moment I’m mostly in a wheelchair whilst out and about but sometimes I use crutches and when I have better periods I can get away with just a stick and my Fentanol patches. Strangely it doesn’t seem to matter which mode of transport I’m using when I’m being challenged like that so who knows what’s going on in those people’s heads?! I almost feel sorry for them as they must lead terribly sheltered lives and/or they’re so closed-minded that they’ve already made their mind up that they’re opinion is valid in their altered reality. I usually politely reply with my list of conditions ending with the comment, “you’re very welcome to relieve me of those conditions if you wish as I’d much rather not spend every minute of the rest of my life in severe pain.” I’m also sometimes tempted to ask them if they have “MRI-vision”, lol.

    It’s up to us to choose how to react so I prefer to politely re-educate these closed-minded people and open their eyes to our reality. Sometimes I even thank them afterwards for keeping an eye out for “offenders” but with the advisement to check the badge details before jumping to the wrong conclusion and causing genuinely disabled people distress!

    Wishing you all many blessings xx

  • MarieDanette

    Thank you for writing about this. We have enough on our plate with fibromyalgia that we don’t need the snap judgement of strangers adding to it by thinking we aren’t “disabled enough” to park close. I mean, are they gonna carry me back out to my car when I get fatigued halfway through shopping? Nope.

  • aster

    I am 30 years old and 7 years ago I was in a car accident which changed my life.
    I have chronic pain and a number of injuries including damaged to my spinal cord.
    I cant work at all, I miss out on many social events and we have had to put off having children.
    Luckily my husband who was my fiance at the time of the accident has always been supportive and even thought its been very hard on our relationship at times.

    I have a disabled parking permit but because I dont ” look’ disabled Ive been yelled at, abused and had so many rude looks for using it.
    At times Ive been so upset by these rude people Ive gotten back into my car ( which has a disabled parking permit clearly displayed & hand controlls) and driven away in tears.
    People need to take a minute and check the permit before abusing someone who has not only the right to park there but also has enough to deal with without being yelled at.

  • Sarka

    Hi, I know all about what U write. I have Myasthenia Gravis and have invalid parking tag too. I am 36 and have 2 small kids. People look at me ant think I am also pretendant, not knowing about troubles and problems I have to face each day!
    I have better days and worse once. It it is the wors and I have to drive, I go to a car and have even problem to drive it….
    Good luck to you! And to all with similar problem!

  • Linda

    Thank you to everyone that wrote something here. I am 56 years old and have Asthma, HTN, Herniated and bulging discs in my spine, (from two accidents), left-sided nerve damage from the same two accidents, rheumatoid arthritis since I was about 10 years old, bone on bone in my right knee and almost as bad in my left, and possibly Fibromyalgia (the doctors can’t come to an agreement on that yet even though I have all the symptoms). I have a handicapped placard and use it when ever I go out. I used to have good days and bad days, but now I just have bad days and worse days. I have had many people young and old give me “looks” when I park in the handicapped spots, but I usually just ignore them. I walk with a cane (although my doctor said I should either use two or a walker…..but somehow I can’t get myself to do that yet), and because of my pain, I walk very slow. I very much like the lady that told of her bumper sticker. I like that idea! I am on social security disability because I cannot stand or walk for more than about 10 minutes at a time without being in major pain. I too have gone back to school to learn a new job that I can do sitting and I’m praying from home, since many companies do not cater to disabled people. I have gotten my Associates Degree in Business, and will be continuing my education by hopefully getting my Bachelor’s degree in Computer Forensics. I figured that was something I didn’t need to stand or walk around for. The bad thing is, until I read all these posts, I was guilty of being one of those people that judged those that parked with placards that didn’t “look” like they were disabled. Where I live there are many people that do use ‘grandma’s’ placard just so they can get a close spot. But after this, I will not be judging anymore. I usually only judged those that were in their late teens or early 20’s, but I guess they could have invisible illnesses also. I can’t believe officers of the law could treat anyone that way, but I guess there are ‘bad apples’ in every walk of life. Chin up to all who are in pain. I take one day at a time. It is the only way I am able to cope. Thank you again for all the good comments.