I’m still a bit traumatized from when this happened to me years ago at the Poly because WDW is supposed to be a safe place. Really drives home that no place will ever be completely safe from being hated simply for existing while disabled.
Some lady from Florida took the time to hand write a nasty note and leave it on the windshield next to the handicap placard. Fairly obvious it was a wheelchair van as well.
Ive since become somewhat paranoid and place huge yellow and black magnets on all sides when having to take up two spaces. Hoping nobody keys the paint to “teach us a lesson”.
Pre-pandemic, CMs would often place a traffic cone in the tiny ADA lot spaces if somebody needed two.
I'm *so* very sorry that happened to you.
When our daughter was a newborn, she was in (tiny little) plaster casts from her hips to her toes - they were trying to (hopefully) correct some or all of her orthopedic issues to help avoid surgery. (long story short: it didn't work and she wound up attending the Shriner's Hospital until she was 18 years old)
At the same time on our side of the state, a handicapped child was beaten to death by an abusive parent - while in a body cast from other injuries inflicted by that same parent. Authorities at the time said that they didn't know or realize that the parent was the cause of the child's injuries; they were told by that parent that the child was "clumsy".
It was horrifying, and tragic - and instantly we became easy targets of vigilante types who decided - at a glance - that we were obviously abusing our tiny newborn daughter because she had casts - on both legs. There was no time for discussion, because they were going to stop us. Period.
I literally put 2 bumperstickers on 3 sides of our minivan that they gave us at the hospital that said "My child is a patient at the Shreveport Shriner's Hospital!" and "Shriner's Hospitals for Children" with the toll-free phone number on it.
Even then, on more than one occasion, someone would follow me out of a store, or ironically a doctor's office, yelling and screaming at me about how they were gonna get my tag# and turn me in to the authorities. Every time, I said the same thing: "Go ahead - we have nothing to hide!". It went on for about 3 years in total. We joked with family members that we should get t-shirts made to wear in public, but instead, we got a stack of business cards from our local Shriners to give out to people, and asked them to help get the word out about the good work that the Shriners do. We also alerted all of her doctors and medical team about what was happening, and ultimately did have to have a discussion with our local police department before it was all over and done with.
It was grinding and horrible and frightening and sad. It's why I have zero tolerance for crap like that family suffered at WDW - and like you went through at Poly - because I have lived it myself.
I'm genuinely sorry, and I hope you never have to go through anything like that again.