Sorry?

I was talking to a friend the other day, and something came up that I have to write down. She was laughing, and said that someone else had thought we were sisters. We go out together a lot, and people have thought we were sisters or mother and daughter, which really makes me laugh because she’s only a few years older than me.

Anyway, after the woman asked my friend where her sister was, and my friend explained that we weren’t in fact sisters, the woman went off on this jag about how she feels so sorry for me. My friend thought this was hilarious, and asked why she would feel sorry for me. The woman said it was because I can’t get out without my dog or a friend along.

I said pardon?

Apparently, this woman must have been the only person who didn’t stare when I was out with my cane long before there was a Trixter. I get out just as much now. Granted, sometimes I walk for longer distances because it’s fun to move at our speed, but it wasn’t like before Trixie, I was afraid to leave my house.

And don’t most people go out with friends from time to time? Is it necessary to assume that because I’m with a friend, she’s some kind of security blanket for me, I’m a burden to her, and we’re joined at the hip?

Ug. I would love to find these people and ask them why they feel sorry for me, and maybe set them straight that I don’t want or need their pity. What I want and need is to be looked at like an equal, like anyone else they happen to see on the street.

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