Writing hundreds of letters for one job interview…
Having to ask a key, to access the disabled loo.

Regular drivers ignoring my need for space…
Or those who feel entitled to park in the same place.

Long-loo-locked travellers, forcing a near-miss of flight…
New, inaccessible buildings; an architect’s oversight?

People jumping my queue; ‘I must be with another one…’
Or not looking disabled enough; abused for being a con.

Double mortgage insurance, ‘cos I’m bound to die quicker…’
A discharge brief to walk stairs, after being opp’ed on my ticker.

A pilot refusing board, because I’m travelling alone…
Assistance staff in panic, if I’m are not in ‘their’ waiting zone.

Assuming I’m the patient when at the hospital for my wife…
Often people thinking that I must lead a miserable life.

More than many assume I do not work for a living,
The worst think you take all, without any giving.

Designers who think they know what wheelchair users wish,
But no research, no understanding. Just get funds and dish.

An eight page document, requiring medical info to fly…
Being hailed a super-hero, for no-more than getting by.

Some ignorant doctors who only seek to mend…
Governmental pen-pushers who seek means, but no end.

The restaurant bill is given to someone else at the table…
In a DIY store I’m ignored, in the assumption I’m unable.

Theatre tickets for family, but we have to sit apart…
Panicked curators worried, I might damage their art.

Unable to fathom that I wash, dress and drive…
Some think I just live, but am not really alive.

My wife must be a carer, a need-giver, a nurse…
Not a lover, a sex-machine or imaginably worse.

Uninvited to a party, ‘cos “I’m sure he cannot bowl…”
Forget the golf course; “he’d never get from hole to hole.”

Few hotel rooms are family and wheelchair combined.
People articulate slower, as if I’ve a disabled mind.

Coins given to my companion, when I pay with notes…
Shepherded towards planes like a herd of goats.

All disabilities swept upon one big heap…
“Give them a disability card, that’s easier to keep.”

But disabilities are not the same, neither are the needs…
Each of us are flowers, not common weeds,

Rather than stunting growth and forcing the hand…
Let each seed develop by laying the land.

Note: These are things I have indeed experienced and sometimes still do. In general, I experience less prejudice than in the past and where I still do, I manage to avert such discriminations, knowing my rights and successfully arguing my case. I do recognise that this is not always the case for others, and given the political conservative sway, equality is under increasing threat.