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


Sunday, 30 October 2016

October 30 - Getting Lost



Believe it or not, but this title is a segway from last week’s post when I wrote about public washrooms. You might wonder how it would be possible to be lost in one of these areas but let me assure you that it is quite possible!. Perhaps getting lost might be too strong a term, but on the other hand, not knowing where one is at can be equally as confusing. Some public washrooms seem to be designed with a view to hiding the exit/entrance.  I remember becoming quite disoriented in an airport washroom where the entry had been camouflaged with a wall of tiled mirrors. My friend, Sue, recalled a time when she ended up poking around in the cleaning room instead of finding an exit

My most troublesome experience was at a campground. We had arrived after dark to set up our tent. Then in case I needed to get up during the night, and assuming Lyle didn’t want to crawl out of the sleeping bag to accompany me, he led me back to the washhouse building. We did the route twice, counting steps in each direction. I felt confident to try this on my own. Sure enough at sunrise I was up and easily retraced my steps. What I hadn’t realized was that the shower and toilet block had two entrances – one at each end of the building.  Wouldn’t you know it but I came out the opposite door to the one I had entered by. I think I wandered around the campground for nearly an hour before I spotted the orange tarp over the back of our truck.  When I crawled back inside the tent, Lyle assured me that he was just about to come looking for me.

On another occasion, I became   confused inside a department store. Lyle and I went to separate sections of the store with the understanding that we would meet on a bench   outside the main door when we were done. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it, but do you think that I could find the door? No way! I asked several times for directions but the answer of  “Just down there, dear,” was never clear, and I finally felt my way around the interior wall of the store until I came to the open doorway.

Unless I am concentrating, I can easily become confused as to where I am. If you see someone with a white cane or a guide dog and you think that they might need some help, please ask. Then, if the individual asks for directions, try to be very clear in your response.  “Just down there a little way” won’t quite do it. It’s also not very helpful for you to point the way. Remember that the person you are assisting doesn’t have the same visual cues that you do, so to say, “turn at the big white house” isn’t helpful. You need to say a direction – right or left - and if possible give an estimate of how far not very far means. Does it mean five steps or fifty? Will there be a curb or even a fire hydrant to mark a turn?

I am surprised that after all these years, on occasion I still manage to lose my sense of direction. I am even more surprised at how easily a sense of panic can creep up when I do feel lost. I suppose that the advice I give to others is the same as the advice I try to follow myself. Stand still, take a few deep breaths, and then if nobody else is around, try to slowly make your way back from whence you have come. Eventually you will get to somewhere even if it wasn’t your original destination.

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