I use mobility aids. Whatever works for the day. A cane, a walker, a wheelchair I haven't been brave enough to use but once. Joints clicking in disapproval of the hour stood outside of the club the night before pride. A bad choice on my part that I left after an hour and a half because was it worth the $15 to go inside for 20 minutes packed in like sardines and shuffled around before I had to break out of there gasping for air. But we'll in line I talked to a woman, she laughed touched my shoulder, promised me a drink once we got inside. But part way though our conversation she looks me up and down and spots the cane. Loyally by my side. The conversation died she turned away towards her friend me towards mine. No acknowledgement that the cane stood a ridged barrier between her world and mine. Well home I went almost midnight by the time I got there. Alone, dejected and joints clicking their disapproval of the hour. So I use mobility aids when I need to wheelchairs never, walkers when I need the extra support and my trust Cane.












