By Katie M. NelsonA few weeks ago, my husband and I went through a process that required a trip to the airport.
He drove us to a location that had a few cars, and I drove him and his wife to a parking garage where they could park their vehicle.
At the end of the trip, we took the two of us to the parking lot.
I was glad I had our own vehicle.
My husband was glad he had one, too.
At the airport, we parked in the reserved lot.
We had to get out of the car, as there was an airport security checkpoint that was only open for two hours per day, but the two were able to park for the next two hours.
It wasn’t until the airport was over, at 4:30 a.m., that the TSA began screening us.
I didn’t even realize I was being asked about my car until I was told to put it in a car park, so I complied.
The agents were kind and polite, but they didn’t know me well enough to realize that I was in a wheelchair.
I had to walk through a line of people, some of whom I didn and some of who I didn´t know, before they could find out whether I was able to get in and out of my car.
After a while, a woman in the back of the line yelled at me, and she said, “Your wheelchair!”
I was shocked and embarrassed, so after the line cleared, I asked her, “What do you mean?”
She said, I’m sorry, I can’t let you into my car, but I know that you are a wheelchair-bound woman, so can you please let me in?
“After being told I could park in the airport’s reserved parking lot, I got in my wheelchair and was able do some simple things like go to the bathroom and turn on the water.
When we arrived at the airport terminal, we saw a sign that said, Please use the wheelchair ramp to enter the airport and use the restroom.
It didn’t help that, despite being told we were not allowed in the vehicle, we were able go up to the checkpoint, which had the words “Unrestricted Parking”.
After a few minutes, the TSA agents came to us and said, We know you are wheelchair-accessible, but please let us know what you need so we can check it out.
We asked what we needed, and they told us the wheelchair parking ramp was closed.
When I asked what was wrong, the agents said they had to wait for the airport to open.
When the gate was open, we drove the two hours to the gate and they put us through a metal detector.
They also asked for my license and registration, but it was all there, so we did not have to take anything else.
I tried to use my cane and it was too heavy.
When they asked if I could get out, I said I would rather not because I was afraid of getting a ticket.
A few hours later, they came to my car and said that the wheelchair ramps are open, and that I could go back inside.
I said no, I will go out there, but only with a cane, which I did not know how to use.
I took the elevator and got in, and when I reached the second level of the terminal, they told me that I had been asked to use the ramp to go to my terminal, but there was no wheelchair ramp there.
They had to put me in a vehicle, which was in front of a gate.
I asked why, and the agent said that it was because there was a problem with the wheelchair.
I asked them why, again, they said they didn´ts know.
They then asked me what I was supposed to do.
I told them that if I was going to leave the wheelchair, I had better be able to walk, which they said was fine.
I then asked if they would check my cane.
They said no.
They asked me if I wanted to take the wheelchair out of there, and this was when they started talking about how they were going to take my license to the State Department of Transportation, and if I didn t have it, I could drive my car in there.
I also told them I would like to take a taxi, but my husband said I was too lazy to take it.
After the security checkpoint was over and I was released from the airport in a taxi that had my license, I went to the store where I bought my wheelchair.
The staff there was very kind and helpful.
They asked me why I had a disability, and what I needed to do to get my wheelchair in there, as they wanted to check my driver’s license.
The next day, I was driving a taxi to the state department, when I noticed that the driver had left his wheelchair behind, and he was in the process of driving his car