A couple of months ago I purchased a walker for myself. (Side note: it's red and adorned with bows and pink stickers and it's so cute, I love it.) Something I have noticed is that people in the general public seem to act kinder to me when I am out and about with my walker. Strangers open doors for me, old ladies with walkers smile at me, and people make space for me on the footpath. This is obviously lovely, and I am very grateful for their kindness, but part of me can't help

I walk through Footscray train station. It's usually filled with people pushing their flyers in your face, wanting you to buy their product, join their service, or convert to their religion. Today is no different. I usually walk quickly through, but today I cannot. My fatigue levels are too great, leaving me unable to walk quickly. Today, I walk slowly, aided by my walker. Still, I do my best not to make eye contact with anyone. I am tired and I want to be left alone. I do no