dear bus driver, (an off duty bus driver, getting on at my stop, in his uniform)
It was a simple request, do you need to sit there? I didn't need to be challenged about my need to sit there, or roughly pointed to all the other seats on the bus, I very rarely have the confidence to ask someone to give up their seat for me, but I thought a bus driver would understand.
You see, the other 2 single seats were taken up with a pram that shouldn't have been there, as per usual. The mothers not understanding the location of the buggie area.
I didn't need to be questioned, and then have to prove my need by saying, look mate I have a mobility pass, Do you need to sit there?
I didn't want to explain to him that my single seat on the bus is my lifeline. If the buses dont have single seats I can't travel on them. You see, I have a fear, well many fears of sitting on the regular seats. Number one, I don't like being touched. Number 2, I dont like being trapped, number 3, I cant stand people talking to me, number 4, I dont like men, so its a 50 50 if a man sits down next to me.
But why should I have to explain that? Why does the intimae details of my need for a single seat need to be aired before I am granted a single seat? I know that tm when I go on a train to Leeds, I will more than likely have to sit next to someone. It is pure hell, but something I am preparing for, because i know its only luck if i dont.
And then, dear bus driver, why when you got off the bus did you feel the need to call me a freak? I am now at uni for the one day of the week I am in, shaking, and unable to learn properly. Terrified of how im going to get home. Don't you understand, Im not making this up?
I might write and complain, because its not the first time I have been treated this way over a single seat. Even been assualted by bus drivers before. Its a training issue, and it needs sorting.
so, bus driver, you might understand why I needed that single seat after all...
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