As I have always had manors, and am conscious how my actions affect others, I expect the same back. But in reality we are all different so it’s unrealistic to think everyone will behave in a way I approve of. Following my brain injury I can find I am rigid in my ideas, and more likely to take offence. It’s especially difficult when there are people who appear inconsiderate.
I don’t understand how people can be inconsiderate in public places
This morning I was in the dentists waiting room filling in a short tick box form that the receptionist gave me. A mother and her young son came in, took a seat and she started completing the same form. But for a young boy, this quiet room with nothing interesting happening in it was too boring. There was a child size work desk and chair so he decided he would go sit there. The wooden chair scrapped along the laminate floor and made such a load and jarring noise. But I knew once he had settled it would be fine.
My brain injury has left me both light and noise sensitive. Being noise sensitive means I can become anxious and be in great pain if there is a loud sound that I can’t get away from. I have started to use ear plugs when I remember to take them with me. But this morning the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
In the waiting room the young boy was restless and so continued to scrap his chair on the floor. I was praying I was going to be called for my appointment next, but no I wasn’t. My Dentist must have been running a little behind, which seeing as she is so thorough, didn’t surprise me. But not to worry, the form patients had been handed to complete was just 5 tick box questions. So his Mum would be finished any second and be able to find him some entertainment.
Not taking responsibility themselves and leaving it to strangers.
But she didn’t. She appeared to be using it as an excuse for why she was too busy to attend to her Son. There was an older lady in the room with us, and she grabbed a children’s book which was deliberately left to give children something to look at. Well he was delighted with this, as was I. I understand it’s tiring running after little ones all day, but that’s why I don’t have any children. I wouldn’t be able to give the energy and attention needed. But I found myself getting annoyed at this mother, who seemed to be inconsiderate of others in the room.
Once he was settled with his book, she finally finished her form. The boy was still getting encouraging looks from the lady who found him the book, so every thing was fine. But then she got called into her appointment. With the lack of attention as his mother did her best to ignore him, he started making screeching noises at the top of his lungs. I thought my head was going to explode, and had to shut my eyes to reduce the amount of input my brain was having to cope with. I didn’t feel like I could go anywhere as they might be ready to call me into my appointment at any moment. Whilst this might be how she chooses to deal with her son at home, I couldn’t get over how inconsiderate she was being. I felt like a captive audience.
This went on for 10 minutes, with minimal response from the mother. Finally the Dentist was ready for me, so was about to make my escape. But even once I was in the Dentists chair I could still hear the child he was so loud. Apart from now I could imagine patients in other rooms might think he was screaming because a Dentist was torturing him.
Am I allowed to show my discomfort?
When I was trying to save my injured brain by closing my eyes, I wondered if that was acceptable.It would have been blindingly obvious that the raucous was bothering me. But I do feel that it might be seen as rude . I don’t blame the boy, as he was fine with just knowing he had the older lady’s attention. She didn’t even have to say anything.
Usually I try to give people a polite smile wherever I go. But as I was struggling so much I’m sure my face looked less than welcoming. I couldn’t do anything about it. As a considerate person I realised that I probably made my very presence uncomfortable for others. So I’m sorry lady if I made you feel awkward, but believe me that was nothing compared to what you were doing to me.
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