Okay, sometimes I have to hit the reset button. You know, the one behind the somatic sensory cortex–control, alt, delete. It’s a disability thing, you know, like when they try and give you a wheelchair in the airport because you’re blind and all you want is someone to guide you to your connecting flight. “I don’t need a wheelchair,” you say. They say: “You have to use the wheelchair, it’s the rule.” You say: “But I can’t use the wheelchair, I have a guide dog.” And then you hit the reset button and just walk away, find your flight all on your lonesome. This requires walking up to preoccupied strangers and getting them to read airport TV monitors for you. And then you have to shout to clusters of people: “Is this Gate F14B?” It works out. But you had to get out of the software loop of incomprehension and as I say, the reset button is your ticket.
This isn’t just a disability thing, but it’s more applicable with multiple daily moments in disability land. And if you have a good relationship with your reset button you can get through all kinds of things–the peculiar weirdness of able bodied people is rather relentless. ONe just keeps going, with or without the proper public assistance or comprehension. Today I’ve already used my reset button at least five times.
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I think your reset button might be equivalent to my ” take a deep breath and just remember common sense is not common” button! I have many other harsher descriptions of what I say to myself when found in these type of situations but I really like your “reset” idea and will try it. If for no other reason than to stop the foul language that goes through my head when this happens. It’s exhausting.
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