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very well put, Lee
"Yowie" wrote in message ... In , Stormmee typed: yes you can explain most components of it, because you know there are colors something you can't acess, and something i learned before i lost all of mine, the biggest abuse of blind people in an every day living sort of way is the fact that public restrooms MUST be accessable for wheelchair people, but they don't do things like make the paper rolls be in the same place in the stalls, not just restroom to restroom but in different stalls in the same restroom. and the towel racks/soap dispensers and hand dryers are everywhere at differing hieights, its very easy to understand and explain to those who can see how disconcerting and physically painful it is when you can't find or run into the towel dispenser... Lee Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Yowie |
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i was thinking my sister has a teeny tiny led light on her keychain because
one of her kids is terrfied of the dark, Lee wrote in message ... Yowie wrote: Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Thanks for the hilarious story. You knew we would find this hilarious, didn't you? I'm sure it wasn't a single bit funny at the time, but... what an image!! (At least you can have the comfort of knowing that the image was not visible for most of the time.) management - what a jerk! Can't take even a reasonable suggestion, but has to turn it back on you? Not very good at customer relations, are they? Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Joyce -- Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia. -- Joseph Wood Krutch |
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Yowie wrote:
wrote: Yowie wrote: Can appreciate where you are coming from. Most toilets in shopping malls are internal, that is, have no windows. And if I am with the Yowlet I usually use th disabled toilet if there's no "parent's room" because he now refuses to come into the women's toilet with me (where is he going to wait?), and I don't like the idea of him going into the men's without supervision. (Its both a matter of wanting him to be safe *and* not wanting him to get into mischeif). So there I am, pants around the ankles, doing what I had to do, with Cary poking and prodding at anything and everything, when all a sudden he flips the switch for the lights. It is now pitch black. He immediately screams and freaks out. I tell him to turn the lights back on, but its too late. He's too scared to know where the light switch was. Of course, there's a problem. My pants are around my ankles, I am in desperate need for a good application of TP, I can't see a damn thing, and my child - who I can't see - is hysterical. There is literally *no* light. None. There was nothing for my eyes to get adjusted to. It was black and it was going to stay black. Mothers can do miracles when their kids are screaming in mortal fear. I found him and held him straight away. I didn't trip over my pants and I didn't knock into anything until I had him in my arms. But then I had to find hte light switch with Cary clutching me in a death grip, all the while with my ankles tied up in jeans and undies, my bare arse in need of a good clean, and with the horrid knowledge that a) public restrooms are not particularly clean at any point and b) I'm going to have to do all of this by *feel*. It was not a pleasant nor painless process, but I did manage to eventually find the light switch, then calm Cary down, and then finish off what I had started. I dread to think what woudl have happened if there was a blackout and the lights couldn't have been turned back on *and* I was genuinely physically disabled. Not even an emergency light int here or those glow in the dark stickers to point to the exit. The management to whom I complained were less than sympathetic, all the could say was that I should have supervised my child better, although I personally think they were in breach of some sort of building regulation by not having emergency lighting or the glow in the dark signs.. Needless to say, we don't shop there any more. Thanks for the hilarious story. You knew we would find this hilarious, didn't you? I'm sure it wasn't a single bit funny at the time, but... what an image!! (At least you can have the comfort of knowing that the image was not visible for most of the time.) management - what a jerk! Can't take even a reasonable suggestion, but has to turn it back on you? Not very good at customer relations, are they? Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Nah, I need a bat belt with all the tools of the motherhood trade. Wipes, spare clothes, bandaids, drink, small toy (for distraction in boring situations), spare clothes, tissues, kiddy tylenol, mobile phone, keys, earplugs, emergency sewing kit, torch, screwdriver/nail file, sticky tape, sunnies, etc etc or, in other words, a giant and unfashionable tote bag where all that sort of stuff along with a mysterious sock, some fluff covered candy, hair pins, ex-tissues, small change, an old and out of fashion half melted lipstic, a few tampons etc etc all sit in the bottom and jingle Yowie I had that when the kids were little, it was called a diaper bag. Then I graduated to the enormous purse (little suitcase) then a slightly smaller suitcase. I went shopping for a more appropriate bag for Rob's memorial service. I couldn't fit any of the many tools I carry around in it. I make sure that the car keys are on the thing when I use it. The rest of the stuff is kept in a bag in the van. Pam S. |
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I cannot see if I go outside into bright light from dull. Or the reverse.
My eyes say no. I have to get a torch if I want to see what is in my cupboards. There are all sorts of visual impairment. I'm getting negative from my new manager at work, she wants to me perform better than my sight allows me to do. |
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document,document,document... Lee who will pray for englightenment for your
manager "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... I cannot see if I go outside into bright light from dull. Or the reverse. My eyes say no. I have to get a torch if I want to see what is in my cupboards. There are all sorts of visual impairment. I'm getting negative from my new manager at work, she wants to me perform better than my sight allows me to do. |
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Yowie wrote: wrote: Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Nah, I need a bat belt with all the tools of the motherhood trade. Wipes, spare clothes, bandaids, drink, small toy (for distraction in boring situations), spare clothes, tissues, kiddy tylenol, mobile phone, keys, earplugs, emergency sewing kit, torch, screwdriver/nail file, sticky tape, sunnies, etc etc or, in other words, a giant and unfashionable tote bag where all that sort of stuff along with a mysterious sock, some fluff covered candy, hair pins, ex-tissues, small change, an old and out of fashion half melted lipstic, a few tampons etc etc all sit in the bottom and jingle In other words, the one you already have? Howdja guess???? I hate the thing, and only bring it along when I'm going to be out for a long period of time. I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. Yowie -- If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones. |
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I never had kids, but i still hate a bag, i bring it fully loaded into the
car, and i have a jacket i wear "in" with the min req. for whatever i am doing. so if i need one of those tools they are a short way away but don't intrude on me otherwise, Lee, avowed purse hater "Yowie" wrote in message ... wrote in message Yowie wrote: wrote: Suggestion: bring a small flashlight and keep it in your purse. Even if you never go into that mall again, you might encounter a lightless bathroom somewhere else. Nah, I need a bat belt with all the tools of the motherhood trade. Wipes, spare clothes, bandaids, drink, small toy (for distraction in boring situations), spare clothes, tissues, kiddy tylenol, mobile phone, keys, earplugs, emergency sewing kit, torch, screwdriver/nail file, sticky tape, sunnies, etc etc or, in other words, a giant and unfashionable tote bag where all that sort of stuff along with a mysterious sock, some fluff covered candy, hair pins, ex-tissues, small change, an old and out of fashion half melted lipstic, a few tampons etc etc all sit in the bottom and jingle In other words, the one you already have? Howdja guess???? I hate the thing, and only bring it along when I'm going to be out for a long period of time. I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. Yowie -- If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones. |
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Yowie wrote:
I personally would prefer a bat belt, or camo-pants with an infnite number of pockets. I really despise having to carry a bag, and am most miffed that back-packs are now out of fashion again since min broke. I jsut wasn't blessed with the sort of shoulder than can keep a bag on easily. Is a "bat belt" the same as what we might call a "waist pack"? (Or, more commonly, something Australians would consider very rude. ) You wear it around your waist, and the pack rests just above your butt. I used to have a very large one that fit a lot of things, although it would not have been able to accomodate a change of clothes! http://www.rei.com/product/739712?pr...:referralID=NA (Or: http://tinyurl.com/27rwapp ) I used to find these indispensible, but when my last one broke, I replaced it with a shoulder bag whose strap goes across my body diagonally. This just happened to coincide with my finally getting a job after a few years' unemployment, so I was wearing clothes that looked a bit more professional than the worn-out jeans and dumpy shirt uniform of the "too broke to buy new clothes" set. And the butt-pack just didn't go with my new look. I tend to stuff all kinds of things into my bag. Sometimes it gets a bit bulgy and sticks out into the personal space of someone sitting next to me. A friend of mine calls it a "menace to society". When I was young I used to wear denim overalls all the time - those also have pockets everywhere, very practical. Plus, they provided bodily protection in case a cat happened to run up me all the way to my ribcage, and then hang there staring at me with wackadoodle eyes (yes, this did happen frequently). Joyce -- Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me the hell alone. -- Unknown |
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