Cultural Obligations

12 people are waiting for a bus.

One is in a wheelchair. A green wheelchair.

The wheelchair does not fit on the bus.   The girl in the wheelchair gets up and starts to fold up the chair. With her backpack on her back with the body under one arm and the wheels under the other she is tittering as the bus arrives.  The other 11 people stare at her.

In their eyes they they tell their stories….uncomfortable, guilty, annoyed, not making eye contact.

11 people rush by to get on the bus.

The girl is left lugging her chair slowly up the bus stairs.  Finally one person offers a hand.

The bus driver. (a middle aged, obese African American woman)

Then one of the people on the bus rushes forward almost too late to help at all.

The bus leaves. When it arrives at its destination. The bus driver picks up the chair and the wheels and places them on the sidewalk for the girl with a smile.

The 11 people look on, some gawking, some looking guilty, some walking quickly toward the building because if they are oblivious it didn’t happen on their watch.

The girl reassembles the chair and thanks the bus driver.

Then she follows the other 11.

The 12 bus riders.

There are the same age…..

……they are the same soci-economic status….

……..most are white or Asian

They have all have advanced degrees.

In fact they are all doctors.

Medical Doctors.

Pediatricians no less.

Is it because I live in the North now? Is it because I am professional now?  Or is because doctors are uncomfortable with the idea of disabled doctors?

or is it none of the above.

All I know is this never happened to me in NC. It happens to me every day here.  I get doors slammed in front of me, I have people take the stairs in front of me in a group even while I am saying the elevator is this way, people rarely talk socially to me if I am the chair so I push the chair so I can have conversations…..

Oddly the program here is much more supportive then the school in NC (see previous entry). Yet my colleagues there were much more accepting than my colleagues here.

What gets me is not the social persecution (because when I am with my new friends they are not like this…not everyone is like this just most of them) or even that my life is physically harder (I am ok with doing things myself…I get through it) its that these people are about to be released on my tribe.    Its fact that most of them walk on by completely ignoring me as if I don’t exist to them in the wheelchair.   What does that mean for their patients many of whom will be chronically ill, or disfigured or using assisted devices?

SO  do they only talk to disabled people or choose to be compassionate when they get paid for it?

No I don’t think its that.  I think its just that I mess up their concept of the doctor-patient sacred boundary.  And I mess with their comfort zones.  Gimps are supposed to be needy and sell pencils on street corners.

But then there is the bus driver….why did she help when my peers, the doctors didn’t?

I don’t know her.  But I could make some guesses.  Although guesses are dangerous.  She doesn’t have our education or our privileges but perhaps she is better for it. Perhaps she knows something that most of my peers and most physicians will never understand even though they are up to their eyeballs in it.

Maybe she knows what its like to suffer or be different or know pain.  Not even necessarily in the physical ways I have known them.

Most doctors (by NO MEANS ALL) who grow up in the states and train in the states know very little of these things.

And in the end I think this is the problem. This is the cultural barrier. Its not my collagen genes or my flat face or my southern drawl.

Its what they don’t know that I do that is so terrifying.   Because believe me if there is anything that we doctors hate its to be one who doesn’t know whats going on.