Welcome to Old East Village…the place where most of the time I just wait.

I stopped writing for a while, probably because I keep letting other things get in the way. It could also be that I am exhausted from trying to fight, and feel like a complainer when I say that there are problems in my City. It’s why I took so long to write about Old East Village…the place where I live, and where I most of the time…just wait outside.

I am a resident in this community, but most of the time I don’t feel like a member OF this community, it has to do with the accessibility and the frustrations of having struggles with accessibility here. To be fair a lot of the buildings in the area are from “time gone by”, old buildings with inaccessible steps or narrow doorways. These places feel like a forbidden land to me since I can’t get in through the doors or up the stairs, and perhaps are reasons why accessible front entrances don’t happen. If this is the case it will always be a source of frustration for mobility impaired people like me because if no one is allowed to change the store fronts then they will always be barriers. History before people I suppose.

In OEV as it is affectionately called, the ability to access places is the exception not the norm.  There are the rare places that I can easily get into, Maymo’s (since it’s actually an outside shop, not an indoor one). The Western Fair Casino and Raceway along with the restaurant are also accessible…however it’s difficult to get around in the Farmer’s Market.  It starts with doorways that are a bit narrow and no actuators to make it easy to open the doors and gain entrance to the place, and continues inside where it’s very crowded and you spend a lot of time waiting for others to finish before you can get a turn. You also have the added problem of the upstairs level which is accessible only by one very small elevator and if it out of order then you have no access at all. There is a “handicap” bathroom, though I don’t like the word HANDICAP being used to describe a facility that is used by me and anyone with a baby buggy.  Handicap to me is an awful and outdated word to describe someone who relies on a wheelchair.It’s an older building so I do try to forgive them for not having the facilities needed for those who have needs.

Even my own doctor’s office is not entirely accessible. There is an actuator on the door, but the doorways to the treatment rooms are not large enough for my wheelchair to get in. I am partially mobility impaired so I can walk a bit and I do, leaving the chair outside in the hallway, but I wonder about those clients who are completely reliant on their devices. I hope that when they finally get their remodeling started this problem will be cleared up and have fingers crossed that the day will be soon.

Almost every shop in the village has the old sized front doorways, the ones where even if your door is right flat on the ground, your chair can’t get past. I don’t know what the experience of a normal chair user is, but for my chair with it’s 3-5 extra inches of width, it’s just impossible, I don’t want to destroy someone’s door, and I don’t want to damage my chair either.  So instead….my husband or daughter go inside, and I wait…outside. I wait in all weathers because I like getting out of my house once in a while and well, there is just no other way.  Some shops I can see in the front window so if there is something of interest inside my husband will either bring it to the window or he’ll bring me a photograph so I can see if the item will suit what I’m looking for.  These shops have been here for quite a while, and I suppose they don’t qualify under the accessibility law? Some of the shops are thrift type stores so the items are arranged inside in such a way that it is impossible to get a chair down the aisle and I’d be more likely to damage something trying to shop inside.

One “grocery store” in the area it’s really just a large variety store with a bit of a dollar store on one side, is relatively accessible. The staff are nice but again, no actuator on a door means no independent access to the place. In summer one of the doors is usually open for cooling, but in winter, it’s come with someone or don’t come at all. On the whole though it is a much better solution than the new grocery store is.

The Old East Village Grocer. Praises are being sung to the ceiling about this grocery store. Both in the OEV Facebook group and by many organizations around London. Yes it’s a grocery store in our area finally (some prices are a bit high for lower income but that is a reality). The big problem is…accessibility. Ironically this store is for training disabled employees to find work. They have a ramp at the front entrance, which is a plus. It’s a bit steep but not something that can’t be lived with, there is an actuator for the front door, check again. Then you enter and there are stairs. To the right is an elevator they had installed. The problem is, the elevator is a small box, and in order to get in you have to TURN your wheelchair or scooter to enter it. That is where the problem lies. It’s not wide enough for a chair of my width, way too tight a squeeze and if my controls are off, I could easily do some damage. Then there are the scooter users. They can’t use this elevator at all. Instead they leave their scooter outside, and can use one of the many wheelchairs they have upstairs inside, as well as have someone help them shop. This is hardly a solution for someone in a wheelchair, since I don’t think anyone would want to leave their chair outside untended and hope that it will still be there when you exit the building, and then there is the real fact that some simply can’t leave their chairs, and some shouldn’t but to date this elevator has been “it”. Nothing has been done, they know the problem exists but are content to just leave it, I guess as long as the “word of the law” is covered, they don’t actually have to make it accessible to everyone. Just “some”.

They do have a nice accessible point of sale device though.

There are many new businesses, but unlike this one, they didn’t even really try to make things accessible. So Inviting, is a new shop that makes dumplings etc, everyone in the neighborhood raves about them online, but I’ve never been in their shop. The whole building was remodeled and rebuilt inside and out, but instead of a ramp, there is a step, inside there are stairs. But if I sit outside long enough someone will come out to serve me, which does me little good since I don’t know what is for sale (unless they have a sign on their window for people like me?).  The Pickle is a new Social Club that opened next door, they also remodeled inside and out, but the door still seems too narrow and there is a step there that wasn’t before. They are looking at getting a ramp, but when I asked how wide the door was, an important question for those of us with wheelchairs or scooters…I have as yet received no reply.  I can only assume these two linked businesses whose building was completely redone simply had an oversight when it came to addressing the AODA code for accessibility, or is it that no one, not even our city counselor cares. I can almost believe the latter since I asked during last winter why the sidewalk in front of our building was not plowed (the co op has MANY mobility impaired folk living in it) and I received NO answer.

Then there is the EVAC they moved from where they once had space to a new place a few doors down. It was difficult to access in the first place, but when they moved THIS is their accessibility.

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I’m not sure what to think of this, I’m not an expert, but it frightens me. I don’t like the idea of going up two mini ramps anymore than I’d like the idea of going up a single ramp with a huge incline. I’m not sure if anyone has used this ramp but I know I wouldn’t, I don’t trust the weight of my chair plus me on it. It pays service to the law again, but is it really safe? I haven’t been back since this photograph was taken so I’m not sure if this is still the ramp being used, but I can only hope not.

These are just a few of the challenges encountered in my area. There are more, I’m just too frustrated to even bother listing them.

just me

Thought I’d just drop by and say hi. I know I hash-tagged it when it’s not a picture of a barrier but…Not sure if anyone reads this thing, but perhaps I can at least keep the ghosts from wondering where I’ve been and the truth is I’ve been busy with catching up some studies, I’m not going to get credit for them but at least I can say I finished them, and with pretty decent grades. Still have one more class to complete so my posts about disabilities may be a bit thin. Also…I’m running out of things to share and write on since the buses in my city only work so often and go so far and I have no other means of transport.

I’ve also been busy going through my own private pity party. They aren’t as frequent as they used to be, but whenever I can’t go in somewhere or do something I used to do that feeling comes on, the feeling where I get angry and sad about the accident that led to my knees being a mess which lead to a chair and I still don’t know why it’s a chair and not braces but I can’t seem to find someone to give me answers. I just want to walk and now I’m waiting to hear from a clinic if they will be able to help considering I’m called “inactive”. I’m inactive because I got hurt, I went from walking and swimming to physiotherapy and exercising with a “hand bike”. I’m fat but I was getting fit when this stupid fall happened and I’m angry sometimes because I can’t go where I used to, the barriers are all there and it’s hard sometimes to judge whether or not you should “risk” the ramp or just take a pass and sit outside. I want to yell at those with two legs about how places are not as acceptable or accessible as they seem but feel like they simply say “we’re doing our best”.

We don’t seem to have a standard for best, it’s mediocre at best. Some places paying “lip service” to accessibility, pretending it’s accessible when it’s not. You just wait I have pictures of one that will make you wonder why one even bothers to go out.

Then there is the fight. I need a better door to get out of my home. I can’t seem to get one because the management said it would cost too much, their solution try to move me to a “disability unit” in the main building. I don’t want to live there I want to be where I am now. So I’m fighting their decision….but I can’t get a lawyer to help, because I’m not wealthy and my city seems to be a Human Rights desert. Who wants to help with the poorly paying “landlord” disputes when they can make money off the “my business fired me for the wrong reasons” disputes? My “property management” will have a lawyer, where is mine? I called up the HR folks and got impatience because I’m nervous about what will be coming up with mediation or tribunal. Instead of patience and tolerance I was told that I needed to LISTEN to her after all I had called “many times” on this matter so they were the ones to advise me. Problem is they’ve advised me in so many different directions because it’s never the same person twice…that I’m starting to feel less “advised” and more “patronized” since I have to take what they say at face value. I felt that she wasn’t listening to me, answering a simple question. I got what she told me about part of it, just wanted to know more about the process but she’s got no time. Why can’t I just get ONE person to help me through this process? Like my opposition will have.

Top it off with….my husband just had an upgrade to his layoff from temporary to permanent and ODSP is now a circus to try to apply for (not that I really want it but I NEED it with this stupid chair that I have to take care of).

Anyway..that’s the reason why I haven’t written anything as an update lately, why I have gone out but haven’t done the photos or tweets or anything like that. Sorry I’m not good at this getting out the posts regularly thing. I’m just an artist, and a mom and a person who went from using two decent serviceable legs to a wheelchair in the space of 2 years and am just fed up with the whole thing. The inability to get around, the lack of independence I feel. The exclusion and frustration at not being able to participate fully anymore.

Some days I feel less like a person and more like a chair.