Idk if I’d say I’m bragging: but once I finally swallowed my pride and began requesting a wheelchair to get thru the airport, I had the same feeling—
I should’ve done this a long time ago. Finally, I could make it thru security and get to my gate without as much stress. And in airports like SeaTac, SLC, or LA where the gate areas are always full, I don’t have to wonder about whether I’ll find a chair. I no longer worry about tripping going down the jetway (uneven floor surfaces are tricky for me).
So yeah, I can see myself saying something like “It’s the only way I’ll fly.” I’ve even joked with the porters that I love getting their VIP service… a personal escort thru the airport. For me, I guess it kinda lightens my mood & diffuses the feelings of self-consciousness & embarrassment that still try to creep up inside me. Humor and silliness help me quash those feelings.

I always say: I can laugh or I can cry… in my experience crying rarely does any good. Laughing may not help much either, but it definitely feels better. So I choose to laugh.
I bet there are some who have thought I’m a faker, or comment thst I experienced a “miracle at 30,000 feet” when I decline a wheelchair upon arrival at my home airport. It’s so tiny though, that I’d be surprised if the distance from the gate I most often arrive at to baggage claim was 75 yards. And there are plenty of chairs all along the way if I do need to sit. It’s just not the kind of situation where I normally need extra assistance— even though I did need it in a different airport just a couple hours earlier.
My MiL has said she will probably never fly anywhere again in her lifetime, because the last two times she has has had a fall. Once, getting off an escalator … and once because she got bumped into walking thru the concourse which caused her to lose her balance. So now she is terrified to go thru an airport again, but she still
will not consider getting a wheelchair, because she says she
can walk, so she feels like everyone will think she’s cheating somehow….

. She’s 75 y.o. and she’s worried someone will judge her if she uses a wheelchair.
I’d rather someone think I‘m faking, than be the center of attention because I fell on my face. (And when *
I* fall… I do it
spectacularly!
