It is hard having ataxia. I have to rely on other people to help me. I am young, so a walker would be embarrassing. I've had Walmart greeters yell at me as I am leaving for not getting a motorized shopping chair, because "they are for people like me."
It’s especially hard when I am out and notice people watching me. Here, these two experiences of mine are kind of funny, so I’ll share them;
About 4 or 5 years ago, I went to Wheeling Island Gaming Resort (before it was a casino), with my best friend, Bill, his friend, Clayton, and my other good friend, Rhonda. We were leaving, walking in the parking lot to our cars, when a security guy stopped us. He said, "I have suspicion to believe that one of you are drunk, and I want to make sure you aren’t driving." Everyone OF COURSE looked at me and snickered and Bill told the guy, "No sir. I am the only one old enough to drink and we are all sober." He let us go.
Story number 2; my ex-boyfriend, Sean, and I went to Wheeling Island Casino. We were showing our ID’s to the guard to get in and he stopped me. He said, "I’m sorry but I can’t let you in. You are clearly intoxicated." Well, needless to say, this ruined my day. After a few minutes of Sean and me trying to explain, he let me in, telling me I didn’t smell like alcohol. Well duh! That’s because I don’t drink!
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