December 12 2001
Wednesday
We did a disability project at school this afternoon. The idea is to teach us some
of the problems
that disabled people come up against in everyday life. Then we have to write an essay about it.
You could choose between being blind or being deaf for the rest of the day. I chose to be blind
and came up against
most of the girls in the class and copped a feel when I kept 'accidentally'
bumping into them. I shall begin my essay: 'Having a disability isn't all bad news....'
After tea my father told me to give him a lift moving the load of wood
to where he is going to make the rabbit hutches in the garden. I told him I couldn't, because I was blind.
Then I had to explain to him about the disability project and
having to choose between being blind or being deaf. He said: 'No problem, for the rest of the day
you can be deaf, so move your arse
outside and start moving that wood.' I said: 'What?'
Later when I had gone back to being blind I heard my mother mention to my father
that the insurance man hadn't called for three weeks. I'm not surprised.
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