Weighty Interactions
Interactions with others are one of those strange dichotomies for me. I crave the conversations and connection, yet new relationships are often a field of landmines for me.
As I’ve noted here before, the simple interaction of meeting and greeting new people and the standard introduction of shaking hands creates a situation that requires creativity on my part. What do I say that won’t embarrass the person with an extended hand?
But, more frequently the challenges are unique and harder to navigate. Humans aren’t built to smoothly handle someone different – or, as I often refer to it, the other. You and I’ve been there before – frozen and speechless as we round the corner and encounter someone we weren’t expecting to see. A little person (a dwarf), someone covered in tattoos, a man with little devil horns pierced into his forehead.
You get the idea. We are all surprised and caught off guard at times.
That is my daily existence in encountering people, though. Granted, a guy without arms is not something you’re likely to run into every day. So you’re off the hook on that technicality!
That doesn’t change the amount of effort or maneuvering on my part, though. It just requires me to be a bit more gracious in how I respond to what can be awkward, if not flat-out embarrassing moments.
This week I was instant messaging with a co-worker and friend and he offered this in response to another of my recent blog posts --
“I totally marvel at you all the time. The humility it takes to not only have no arms, but also to interact daily with people who don't know how to interact with you. People have a hard time with DIFFERENT in general. They don't know how to talk to/listen to people with pink hair, nose rings, casts, etc.”
I really appreciate those insightful and kind words, Seth. Sometimes that accommodation can be tiring and tough. So, thanks for recognizing that.
Folks, all I ask is this – that we, including myself, do our best to continue to choose to interact with the other. To take the risk to engage with someone that's outside of our comfort zone and to stumble our way through those awkward moments. And, when possible, that we take responsibility for our words and our actions toward them.
Accommodation can be a heavy weight to carry when you’re doing it multiple times each day, so having someone lift a bit of the weight can be a very relieving gesture.
I wouldn't do this for fun
For only the second time in my life (at least that I can recall), today I was asked why I was eating with my feet. Several odd glances and a look of confusion were the start of this strange interaction with a classmate today. That led to others at the table noticing the awkwardness and jumping in to comment on my flexibility and talent in eating with my feet. Thinking that all had been resolved, I was surprised when the aforementioned classmate asked, "Why are you doing that?" He followed up that question with something like, "Are you just doing that to show off?" (not sure of his exact wording).
Although somewhat funny due to his apparent lack of basic observational skills, the confused looks and questions annoyed me. "Well, I wouldn't do this just for the fun of it," I responded, trying to be as kind as possible in that moment. I then explained that I was born without arms and that I've learned to eat with my feet -- amongst many other things -- throughout my life, due to necessity.
I will admit, though, that my initial reaction was more in the direction of, "WTF? Are you #^$*ing kidding me?!" I mean, I'd been in class with him that morning (a large class, admittedly), I'd been at the table for 5-10 minutes and I'd carried multiple things on my shoulder during that time. How do you miss all that? And, even if you did, how do you come to the conclusion that someone eating with their feet is just doing it for fun? That's like assuming that a guy in a wheelchair is simply lazy!
Believe me, using my feet for everything is not just a special talent that I have. And, it's not just a trick I pull out to impress the ladies! It's a necessity. It's my life, aching knees and all.