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I have often written about strangers and the things they say or do when they encounter Maggie in her wheelchair. Often those encounters are strange, but sometimes they are quite pleasant. The other day a woman watched as I loaded Maggie and her wheelchair into the van and she said, “Wow, she is a lucky girl.” I smiled. That’s not something I hear very often. The woman was referring to Maggies’ ability to be out in the community thanks to the adapted van. And she was right, Maggie and I are both lucky to have it. It’s good to be reminded of that sometimes.
It was funny, though, because as this woman marveled at the automatic ramp starting to lower itself, I was swearing under my breath. Someone had parked partially obstructing the wheelchair area next to the handicapped zone and I knew there wasn’t going to be enough room to load Maggie without moving the car. It was only a matter of inches, but it makes all the difference in the world.
The ramp on Maggie’s van is 52inches long. The chair, with Maggie in it is another twenty four inches. There
needs to be enough room to lower the ramp and then clear the chair off the end of it. That means we need a minimum of 76 inches, or 6’4” of space to get in and out of the van. If someone parks even a few inches into that space I cannot get her out. If it’s close, I can get her all the way to the end of the ramp and pick up her chair and lift it just an inch or two over the lip at the end of the ramp. Maggie is little, but with the chair and the equipment this is about 200 lbs. Since my shoulder injury and subsequent surgery, I decided this is not a smart thing to do.
An additional 6 ft is space is hard to come by in San Francisco. It seems every inch of this city has something on it. When parking at the curb, we have to make certain there isn’t a tree, a pole or a newspaper rack blocking the ramp. (see picture).There is nothing more exciting than finding a great parking place and nothing more deflating than realizing it won’t work because you can’t get the lift open.
Sometimes there is plenty of room, but some unseen and very small obstruction interferes with the proper operation of the ramp. Bricks and sidewalk breaks are the biggest issues. The ramp gets stuck on the edge of a brick and fails to open completely as in the second picture. My husband was marveling at the damage to the front of my leather shoes. He couldn’t figure out what I was doing until he saw my remedy for fixing the ramp when its stuck on something. Rather than bend over and lift the heavy ramp, I simply put my foot under the ramp where it’s stuck on the bricks or cement and flip it open over the tiny obstruction. Wreaks havoc with the shoes, but saves the shoulder.
Though she doesn’t have independence,(and I sincerely wish she did) Maggie is luckier than many others who require the use of an adapted vehicle because she has someone to deal with things like this. I can hop in and back up the van a few feet, or kick the ramp loose from the bricks. A more independent wheelchair user could not do that. If, for example, someone is able enough to drive their own van, they have to be able to get in and out of it. If s/he can’t get into the car that small infraction or obstruction can be insurmountable.
A couple of inches can make the difference between total independence and total exclusion.