(TW for audism out the ass)
As we were leaving the NAD convention in Louisville, Kentucky, I had on the following shirt I got at the convention:
It was a very public week-long event downtown, make no bones about it. As such, the shirt very clearly identified me as deaf.
It was a very public week-long event downtown, make no bones about it. As such, the shirt very clearly identified me as deaf.
While I was going through the TSA, some of them started laughing in my direction. I thought it mightâve been someone behind me, but I found out otherwise.
They went through my bag (for no reason), and found a couple bags of candy I brought. I was told I wasnât allowed to fly with that (wtf? Iâve flown with food before â these were even sealed still because I brought them right in the airport). I was then asked if I would like to donate the candy âTo the USOâ. Since I know the airport there has an Air National Guard base, and I figured it would go to the soldiers, I (annoyed) said sure, why not?Â
The guards, as I was getting scanned, started eating thecandy they just told me was for the soldiers. In front of me, still laughing at me (very clearly now). One of them asked why they were laughing, and one of them came up to me, pointed at my shirt, laughed at me and said, âFucking deafieâ. The Louisville TSA called me a âfucking deafieâ and laughed at me because I was deaf, and they expected wouldnât say anything back (or wouldnât hear them). Make no bones about it â she was facing me and I read her lips. There was no mistake. I would later find out that they had called at least 4 other individuals the same thing.Â
My teammates had to hold me back from going after them, but we moved on. After I had calmed down and we had sat down, somerude as fuck lady got up and started filming us signing. She called us âDumb apesâ with a âgesture languageâ and laughed at us. When we asked her to stop, she saidâI was getting a picture of the plane behind you! (the plane wasnât even at the gate yet)âandâYouâre dumb deafies anyway so no one would believe youâ.
At this point I was blind in rage, but I let it go. It wasnât the end of it though. This, however, is why Iâm never returning to Louisville, ever again.Â
When we got back to Rochester, we found out that United had lost all of our luggage. It ended up in Kansas. The United reps had put a phone number up and said to call it. I responded, âIâm deaf, I canât use a phone!â I was told, âBuy a TTY then talk to us!â When I shouted back that TTYs had gone obsolete years ago for texting, I was told,âI guess youâre shit outta luck then, huh?â .
But I guess because Iâm disabled, I have too many rights, huh?
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