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Hi Janet

Cheers it is supporting to know that I am not alone. I have not yet applied for

my disabled parking sticker, as like you say, we have good days and bad days!

However one real bad month, I pulled into a disabled parking space with my Mom

as we had food shopping to undertake. Must admit my anxiety level rose, as I was

worried about getting the shopping out to the car. I was on a stick this day, in

hindsight I should have stayed in bed. Anyway we did the shopping and I asked

one of the lads to help me with the trolley out to my car. Once I arrived their

I notice a large sticker slapped on my windshield, informing me that I was

'illegally parked'. Now due to my condition, this was the straw that broke the

camels back. Having placed the shopping and mom in the car, I hobbled off in

search of the store manager. Tell you, I read him the riot act, in the middle of

the store, in full view of other shoppers. I also added, " What do you really

think I move like this and use a stick for the f****ing fun of it! " I really

went over the top, but it was due to pain, honest. The manager literally shrunk

in front of me, as if the ground had opened up and swallowed him! He then

instructed one of his staff members to go to my car, with bucket and cloth, and

remove the sticker, post haste!

As for the family, well mom knows what I am like in a flare, and it concerns

her. On the other hand my siblings have no real idea, as they live in England,

so I still reckon they think I am looking for sympathy. On my last visit my

sister-in-law lost her rag one day, said something like " I wish I had your

disease as everyone would be paying attention to me! " I nearly fell over in

shock, and Mom let rip in reply! This statement really worried me, but three

months later my sister-in-law had a severe nervous breakdown, ended up being

committed. As I said to Mom, perhaps if I had stepped back from the situation, I

would have realised my sister-in-law was crying out for help? I also really get

fed up of people telling me how well I look! I work at looking fit, even confine

my garments to track suits, trainers, and fleece zip ups. I wear these garments

because I find them easier to get on, and off. I also wear them because I try to

trick myself into believing I am well. Mind you when my father was dying from

Cancer, everyone kept telling him how well he looked. Yes I have been through

some really interesting times, especially when I went to Vegas for a family

funeral. My sister hit the roof because I was expected in England for my Nephews

Confirmation. My Mom gave me her blessing, knowing that I always wanted to meet

my American Cousins, before they died, or I died. My cousins here said " But you

cannot go to America, because you are ILL! " Then they had the cheek to load me

down with their WANT lists! It is as if there is a large void between able and

disable, and I reckon PA falls into that void!

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  • 2 months later...

There was obviously a miscommunication somewhere along the line. I did indeed

send a message to Steve, and that is why his name was in the subject line at

some point. Perhaps when I sent a message to you I failed to change the

subject line. Sorry for the confusion. My husband's name is , not

Steve.

Would you be interested in meeting while I am in Ireland? I am there from Feb

20 to April 19, or so.

Janet

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