Some time ago, I enjoyed a night at the theatre—a much-needed escape from the everyday challenges of navigating the world as a disabled person. The show? *Calendar Girls.* It was set to be an evening of laughter, inspiration, and a bit of cheeky humor. Little did I know, the real drama wouldn’t take place on the stage but in the theatre foyer.
During the evening, I needed to use the disabled toilet. For many of us with disabilities, these facilities are essential, offering the access and dignity we deserve. But as I stepped out, what should have been a simple and uneventful moment turned into one that would stay with me long after.
A woman, standing nearby, loudly declared to everyone within earshot, “I don’t think she needed to be in there, did she?” Her words cut through the air, and in an instant, I found myself at the centre of unwanted attention.
I took a deep breath, turned to her, and calmly replied, “I’m afraid you know nothing whatsoever about me.” My voice was steady, even though inside, my heart was racing.
What happened next touched me deeply. Members of the WI (Women’s Institute) who were also at the theatre that night—many of whom I knew—showed their support in the most heartwarming way. They clapped, not as an exaggerated ovation, but as a genuine gesture of solidarity. Their kindness made me feel less alone in that moment, reminding me that there are allies who see and value you, even when someone else tries to knock you down.
Even so, the experience left its mark. When I got back to my friends, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving me shaking and emotional. Tears followed—not because I hadn’t defended myself, but because it hurt that I had to. The memory lingers as both a reminder of how cruel assumptions can be and a testament to the power of solidarity and kindness.
Looking back now, I’m grateful for that unexpected act of support from the WI members. It showed me that strength doesn’t come from facing things alone—it’s bolstered by the kindness of those who stand with us.
To anyone who’s ever felt judged for simply existing, know this: you don’t owe anyone an explanation. And to those tempted to judge? Please remember, you may never fully understand someone else’s story, but you always have the choice to be kind. Kindness costs nothing, but its impact lasts a lifetime.
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