The recent headline of Saturday’s singer Vanessa White who sprained her ankle on tour a short while ago and had to perform from a wheelchair, at a recent Saturday’s gig in Oxford, England, got me thinking about how long it takes for someone to really know what it’s like to be a full-time wheelchair-user. Can anyone really understand in under a year’s time?
I think rubber stamping a specific amount of time on how long it must take to realize this experience is the wrong way to go about it however. The speed at which the brain of the wheelchair-user can finally come to the point where, let’s say, wondering about building accessibility is second-nature to them, or that they’ve moved past the grieving stage of not being able to walk and have found other hobbies to occupy their time. Maybe these are signs when trying to figure out if the person in the wheelchair has finally really come to understand what it’s like to live without walking.
This search, this yearning to find someone who knows what it’s like to be us, IS human nature in it of itself. Why do I care so much about this thing that I’m even taking the time to blog about it? Well, if we want to get honest: Because this wheelchair thing really, really sucks. That’s why I care. The child in me wants someone to suffer as much as I do because I feel this whole hand of cards I’ve been dealt with is totally unfair.
So Vanessa White. Does singing on-stage in a wheelchair before thousands of people give her extra experience points when it comes to achieving “pro” status as a wheelchair-user? And was it totally humiliating for her or did she secretly like the attention? And ill this be something she never forgets, or will she forget about it much like how she forgot what she ate last Monday?