I was going to write this down yesterday, but my brain just could not think about writing for some reason.
I was out at a volunteer appreciation gathering Tuesday night at the place where I go help that guy learn how to type. There was lots of food and lots of people and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Then, out of the blue, one of the ladies who I work for said “Do you cook at home?” I wasn’t offended by this question. Lots of people ask me that question and then they say they’re curious how a blind person cooks. I’ve got no problem with that. If you’ve only cooked by looking at stuff, that would be hard to get your head around. So, I said yes, and she asked me another question, but it wasn’t the one I was expecting. “What do you cook?”
Ok, am I the only one who finds that question a little odd? It’s like she wanted me to prove that I do in fact cook at home. It felt, to me, like she didn’t believe me.
Part of me wonders if she meant “what do you like to cook?” which would have been normal I guess. Some people really like making certain things. Maybe I’m just thinking too much. But it felt odd to me.
I think the reason my brain jumped to the first thought is people seem to have no problem asking us questions they would never ask anyone else. For example, a woman in a grocery store asked me “Where do you work…or…do you work?” Would you honestly ask that question to someone who could see? Or, I was leaving a business and a lady said “How will you ever get home?” Well, how do you suppose I got here, chief? Or there’s always my rant about people asking me if I want the Salvation Army van for no apparent reason.
It’s funny. I don’t consider myself someone who is easy to offend. Whenever people say “I hope I don’t offend you, but, …” they never do. But I do find myself getting annoyed when people make odd assumptions about me or think I don’t deserve to be treated with respect, just like everybody else does.