How to be invisible in a city of 8 million have a seizure and no one notices

As I told all of you last night this morning was my first session with a new therapist, it went well and I’ll see her again.
Going well with a PTSD specialist means I had a emotional stressed out morning recounting my demons so in a short a nightmare.
To reward myself I went to my favorite watering hole. For. French fries and a beer.The coffee shop restaurant union square seats 100 with another,50 at the bar. The only space available for Zeus and I was the very end of the bar right at the back by the kitchen halfway through my lunch my aura hit it was about 1.30ish next I know the manager is asking me to quiet Zeus he was tapping the people next to me and barking .they had it seemed turned their back,three bar staff and a dozen wait staff did nothing no one saw the woman in the chair convulsing or slumped. Twenty minutes past and nothing. I have been called many things in my life but invisible is not one of them ,but today in NYC in one of the trendiest glitterati hangouts where billy connoly has his own table I achieved invisibility.for all they knew I could have died ,I thought my morning was bad enough but this freaked me the fuck out. So here I am in union square, maybe you just walked past me? Who knows I am it seems after all the invisible woman !

Author: disabledaccessdenied

I am a disabled woman who through no fault of my own has wheels under my ass. I rely on the decency and common sense of local, state and federal goverments, as well as the retail community to abide by the disabled access laws and provide adequate ramps, disabled toilets, and not use them as store rooms or broom closets. This blog exists to find the offenders and out them, inform them, and report them if necessary and shame them into doing the right thing when all else fails.

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