I have been caught out applying for help and potentially being refused, because my natural tendency is to say "I'm fine, I can manage" when in reality, I break down in tears every time I can't find a parking space close enough to where I need to be. I find it hard to talk about how my handicap is bothering me, possibly because it's new to me, but I suspect those with a longer history of disability would say it doesn't get much easier with time.
I described to the MDPH, how I can "normally walk up to 200metres without pain", but forgot to mention that I can't walk back again, or that this only goes for once per day and after one try it becomes almost impossible and is unlikely after 11am anyway. It's very easy to be described as able bodied when your sitting comfortably in a chair recounting how well you can cope at your best. I quickly sent a letter after the assessment interview, to try to redress this and explain my real situation. I've yet to discover the results of the assessment, because for some bizarre reason they wait 3 months (could this be some sort of catholic insistence on waiting for a divine intervention? Sorry to dissappoint, but it's not happening, madame/monsieur!)
I never thought it possible to feel so abandoned. In limbo between two worlds, able-bodied and disabled. I especially would never have guessed in a million years, quite how important a disabled parking badge could be. It's like some valued passport to freedom or a magic golden ticket for charlie's chocolate factory, a way of regaining some semblance of self control in public. I think what it is that causes the most distress, is when you get caught out (trying to park in a disabled spot without a badge, or use a 10 minute space for a few minutes too long,) and you find yourself having to explain why. I just break down in tears every time I try to talk about it and when the "official" says no, it becomes even worse.
I've now concluded I have to be sensible. I must stay indoors until my badge arrives because I'm going to loose it (my fragile mind) completely and bash some poor traffic cop's head from sheer frustration. If my status is refused,BEWARE! lock up your traffic wardens....watch this space