Welcome to White Cane Connections.

My name is Sue Boman. Yes, that’s me in the picture posted here. I have called this blog White Cane Connections because I am one of the many people who use a white cane. I began this blog because I wanted to write about a project I undertook in 2012. The plan was to complete a series of walks using my white cane. Between March and September, I walked in 82 different locations across Canada. So, the blog begins by telling of my experiences and the many people I met along the way.

While this particular journey has now been completed, I find that I still have much to write about. I am continuing to make new white cane connections, and so for the time being I will continue to add regular posts to this blog. I am hoping that you will be a partner in the journey.

Sue


Wednesday, 23 September 2015

September 23 - Accepting Assistance



These past three weeks I have been in Australia visiting family. During my time away, I often needed to be out and about by myself. Mostly this was in unfamiliar places. I was surprised by how awkward this felt. I was also surprised by offers of assistance from strangers. Sometimes these offers were very helpful and at other times, not so much.

For instance, one day I had gone for a short walk in the neighbourhood where my sister lives. I was concentrating on my location and heading back to her home when from across the street I heard a male voice shouting out an offer to help me across the road. This was so unexpected that it took me a moment to realized that the young man was speaking to me. I did manage to thank the helpful stranger and continued on my original path. I’m still unsure as to why he thought I needed to cross to the other side of the street.

While this offer was a bit of overkill, I then remembered sitting near another young man in the airport lounge. There was nobody around to direct me to any of the goodies available there and I was very thirsty. I asked this stranger if he could perhaps get me a glass of water. He obliged but did so without uttering a word. He then sat in the chair next to me eating and drinking his own coffee and ignoring me completely.  Perhaps he was embarrassed by my helplessness.

My best experience was at the Sydney airport. My guide had obviously had some training in helping folk with visual challenges. She identified herself by name and then asked me, “Now, how can I best assist you?”  The airport that morning was exceptionally busy with an industrial action which led to long line-ups and crowds of people milling about. With my assigned guide’s simple question, I was able to briefly describe that I did have some limited vision, that I preferred to take her right elbow and that it was best if I stayed quite close to her. Her question and my response immediately took the stress out of what could have been a very stressful situation.

While these instances are at different points on the continuum, they have given me cause to ponder. While I might know precisely what assistance I need, people who don’t know me or my sight challenges, are only able to offer assistance from their own experience and perspective. I think that my own response to these situations is to be as gracious as I can be in acknowledging the concern that has been shown to me.

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