Oh, FFS...

Dec. 1st, 2023 09:23 pm
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23 years on from the debacle of not having a ramp up to the stage when Tanni Grey-Thompson placed Third in Sports Personality of the Year, the Beeb is still forgetting to provide access for disabled people. One of the University Challenge Christmas Specials had one blind team member and another with what sounds like Auditory Processing Disorder. The blind team member was told as the show was about to start that the agreed audio description of the visual questions would not be provided, and the team member with APD had a point blank refusal to provide subtitling to let them process the questions at the same speed as everyone else, plus apparently other adjustments that were provided, but weren't effective.

They both complained and the show has now been pulled at their request.

By refusing to provide reasonable adjustments, I think there's a pretty good chance that the Beeb actually breached the Equality Act. 

University Challenge special axed over lack of support for disabled contestants


University Challenge: Christmas episode axed after ableism complaint
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Transport for London are relatively good at tweeting when the lifts at Tube Stations are out of action, making them inaccessible to those of us who need step-free access. Someone noticed that those tweets are oddly consistent with shift changes...

After being duly poked, TfL admitted it's mostly not the lifts going out of action, it's that if there's no one available to man the tube station due to staff shortages, they declare the lift out of action. Their logic is that if the lift breaks down people might get stuck and they can get them out quicker if someone's there.

So effectively their solution to someone potentially getting stuck in the lift is to make sure everyone is definitely stuck at the lift doors instead. *headdesk*

(There's a definite undertone of 1960s 'disableds aren't safe to operate the lift on their own' thinking here)

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So the new Rochester station (it's been open about 18 months) had the pedestrian crossing offset by about 100m from the station itself. So you came down Northgate, walked 10m to the right, crossed over the dual carriageway (the A2) and and went along to the station. And that 100m was about the best surface I've ever wheeled across - perfectly flat, modern flag stones that don't suck away your momentum.

But of course everyone on foot just came out of the station and tried to charge straight across the busy dual carriageway right in front of them like any herd of lemmings.

So they moved the crossing to be opposite the station. And now, instead of the best surface for wheeling across, which you can still see on the other side of the road, it's the worst. It's up, and down, and old garage forecourt entrances in that big-chipped tarmac that just grabs your wheels and sucks your momentum away, and where there is footpath it's cambered so steeply you're pushing forward with one hand, and back with the other to try and keep a straight line. I do seriously wonder if anyone at Medway Council has ever actually read Part M of the Building Regs, because when I finally got to the crossing I couldn't help noticing that the only safe place for me to sit while waiting for the lights to change actually blocks the entire footpath!

And it's just possible my impressions were coloured by the fact it was pissing down.

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I've commented for news stories before, but Air Traffic Regulator has been doing Half a Job by Ignoring Airlines may be the first time I've created one. I spotted that the Civil Aviation Authority has been monitoring airport performance against the EU legislation on air travel for disabled people, but pointed out to Disability News Service, who'd covered the airport report, that the legislation covers airlines as well as airports, and CAA aren't checking that. I may not be the CAA's favourite person at the moment. The good thing is it may actually encourage a change in policy.

And then I escalated to criticising IATA, the airline industry's trade association. They released a resolution on Friday, admitting they have a problem carrying disabled people (good), and a particular problem carrying wheelchairs (double good), and a set of proposals to deal with the issues. Which look great. Unless you happen to know the treaties governing air travel, in which case you can tell that what they really want is to stop any airline being compelled to offer full compensation for damaged or destroyed wheelchairs (the Montreal Convention currently limits compensation to £1500, which is completely inadequate). So I  tweeted out my analysis almost before they released the thing, which they've now promised to respond to, and in the meantime I've turned it into my first blog post in a couple of years:

An Analysis of the IATA Resolution on "Passengers With Disabilities"

BTW, if anyone hasn't heard, the US airlines have been required to release stats on damaged wheelchairs since the start of the year (should have started a couple of years ago, but Trump), and it turns out they're damaging or destroying over 30 a day. On the worst airline, there is a 1 in 5 chance of your chair being damaged on a round trip. And this is in the US, with enforcement of disability stuff by the FAA under the Air Carrier Access Act which far exceeds any kind of fine or sanction levied elsewhere, so the rest of the world is probably worse.

In other news I'm pissed off that I won't be at Worldcon. I had hoped to arrange a last minute trip during July, but family stuff made it impossible. I'm hoping I'll be slightly less pissed off once it's over, but that's not guaranteed.

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I still haven't had the "So, can you have sex?" question, but yesterday's train journey was an experience.

The local line from my hometown to the mainline station at Darlington is having its trains upgraded as the Pacers (1980s Leyland bus body on a goods wagon chassis) that are currently used are illegal after the end of the year on the grounds they have no wheelchair accessible toilets (this illegality didn't stop the senior civil servant at the Department for Transport suggesting that replacing them was "a waste" and they should be kept on). When the train pulled up yesterday morning it turned out to (presumably) be the first of the replacements - equally old hand-me-downs that happen to have an accessible toilet (in theory, getting a manual chair in there would be terribly tight, powerchair - forget it).  There's a standard marking scheme in use across the British train system, the carriages with wheelchair spaces have the wheelchair symbol by the door on the outside. This one didn't have a symbol on either carriage.

Having gone first to one end looking for the wheelchair symbol, and then to the other, I grabbed the first crewmember I saw, the driver, in the process of changing cabs from one end of the train to the other as we're at the end of the line, and asked him which carriage the wheelchair space was in.

"Er, I dunno."

At this point the guard pops her head out of the door next to us.

"Hey, Carrie, which carriage is the wheelchair space in?"

"Er, I'm not certain, that one, I think."

So she follows me to the front of the train, explaining that the hand-me-downs have just arrived from Scotrail and they've never used them before. And yes, the wheelchair space is there.

"Right, now I have to go and find the ramp," she says.

In the Pacers the ramp was hung on the interior wall of the driver's cab, just in front of the wheelchair space, but that was clearly far too sensible an answer and in these the ramp is hung at the back of the carriage. Wheelchair space at front, ramp at back, that makes sense (particularly when I could see at least four places it could go).

Given the ramp is presumably part of the essential safety equipment if they need to evacuate passengers in a station, the crew not knowing where it is doesn't really give me the warm fuzzies. And if you're replacing trains to improve wheelchair access, then doesn't it make sense to make certain the train crews know the basics of their accessibility features, like which carriage they're in? And having the "improved" wheelchair space feature a broken table really doesn't impress.

So I get to Darlington and the first thing I have to do is grab Passenger Assistance and tell them: "There might be a problem, I was checking my ticket just before I set off, and the seat reservation is for the 12:02 to Kings Cross, but the Passenger Assistance booking is for the 12:29. They were both booked online at the same time, so I genuinely don't know which train I'm supposed to be getting." They were their usual efficient selves and sorted it out - the wheelchair space on the 12:02 was empty, so that was the one they'd put me aboard.

So I get aboard and as I'm getting myself settled the guard makes an announcement. "I'd like to apologise to everyone just getting on board, due to disruption I'm the only crew aboard*, where normally there should be me and 5 or 6 others, so there's no catering facilities in Standard Class and a very limited service in First Class". 

* Presumably there was also a driver.

It turned out he actually did have someone helping in First, but he got off at the next station, so I'll imagine the First Class passengers, who are supposed to get a meal and drinks as part of their ticket, were probably revolting.

I did wonder if it was technically safe to run the train in that condition, given the catering crew probably have emergency roles in addition to their normal tasks, but everything went fine until Peterborough, an hour outside London, when Miss I Talk to Everyone Whether they Want Me to or Not got aboard and decided to sit next to me.

It was a production from the moment she appeared and announced "I've got six bags. Do you mind if I put this one against your chair." ('This one' being a black binliner stuffed with god knows what.

So I explained that if she put it there I couldn't get to the toilet when I wanted to.

"Well I'll move it if you ask me to."

So I'll need to stick my hand up like I'm a 5yo asking teacher if I can go to the toilet? No thanks. "No, I'd really prefer you to put it somewhere else."

So she puts it in the luggage rack on the opposite side of the cabin. At which point she announces "This is really heavy. I'm pregnant, I really shouldn't be lifting heavy things."

Hey, great timing, now I feel like the bad guy.

Finally she gets everything arranged, having dragooned the guy sitting opposite into doing it for her. And then proceeds to talk to me constantly for the next hour**, even though I was clearly reading my book. And practically the first thing out of her mouth, presumably prompted by me being insistent on being able to get to the toilet was "So, how do wheelchair users manage to get from their wheelchair to the toilet?"

I decided to avoid the technicalities of side transfers and simply pointed out the five wheelchair users out of six have some ability to stand and/or walk.

Thankfully the third leg of the journey was perfectly normal.

** She talked so much I had the HHGTTG line about "If they don't keep talking their brains start working" running through my head.

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Post Voting Complaint:

Dear X,

I understand that in addition to your position as Chief Executive of Medway Council you hold the position of Returning Officer for Medway. At the European Elections on 23-5-19 the polling station for Chatham Central Ward was the Scout Hut on Boundary Road. I am writing to draw your attention to the access to the hut for wheelchair users being so bad as to constitute a danger. And an obvious one at that.

Yes, the hut does have a wheelchair ramp, but the wheelchair ramp is actually the shallowest part of the approach from the road. While Polling Stations, as existing buildings, are not in general subject to the updated Building Regulations, Approved Document M: access to and use of buildings, Volume 2: Buildings other than Dwelling provides some useful guidance on minimal standards for access to public buildings. In particular, paragraph 1.7 notes that there should be ramped access for any gradient over 1 in 20 on the approach to the building. Paragraph 1.13 suggests an overall gradient for the approach of no more than 1 in 60, or of 1 in 20 with level landings for every 500mm rise.

I would estimate the gradient between the road and the Scout Hut at 1 in 5 or greater, and the unramped rise at somewhere between 1200 and 1500mm. Beyond failing to come even close to the recommendations of the Building Regulations, this gradient is clearly well in excess of any appropriate slope for wheelchair users as wheelchairs are in general unstable and at immediate risk of tipping backwards at any gradient over 1 in 10.

Additionally paragraph 1.14 of Part M specifies the need for on-site parking for wheelchair users to allow them to drive to the location and then have space to access their wheelchair. The Scout Hut on Boundary Road offers no off-road parking and ‘limited on-road parking’ was notified on my polling card. When I went to vote there were no parking spaces visible in either direction for a considerable distance, all parking spots being taken by residents. As I was the only person attempting to vote during the whole of my visit, there was no possibility that I had simply arrived at a busy time. As a wheelchair user who needs to be able to park in close proximity to my polling station, I was left with no legal option for parking if I wished to vote. I consider this a completely unacceptable imposition and further evidence that the site is unsuitable.

Having parked, I wheeled to the entrance of the site. Someone standing there, probably a party teller, immediately offered to push me up the slope, demonstrating that the inappropriate nature of the entrance was readily visible even to non-wheelchair users. I told them that I preferred to attempt the slope myself. However, it was immediately apparent that not only was the slope so steep that my being able to push myself up it was questionable, but that, even lying with torso across thighs to lower my centre of gravity, the slope was such that I was in immediate danger of falling backwards in my wheelchair either onto the concrete slope, or out into the road (I would additionally note here that my chair is set up to be more stable than most active user wheelchairs). At this point the Presiding Officer came running out and pushed me into the building, while I expressed my opinion of the suitability of the venue in a forceful manner. I believe the term I used was ‘utterly ridiculous’. She noted that she would report the issue.

I then voted and was offered assistance to leave. I told the staff that I would probably be all right going downslope. This was overoptimistic. When I attempted to brake the slope was so steep that my wheels started to slip on the concrete. I was forced to release braking pressure (manual wheelchair users brake using their palms) in order to regain control of the chair and barely avoided an uncontrolled emergence onto the road. This was on a completely dry slope, and with good tyres on my chair. The risk of a wheelchair user being unable to control their chair on the slope in wet weather and potentially being forced onto the road in front of traffic is clear.

Incomprehensibly, my polling card displays the Wheelchair Symbol next to the map, implying the Polling Station location is accessible. This is clearly not the case.

I recognise that there may be difficulty in finding appropriate Polling Stations, particularly when elections occur at short notice. However Polling Stations must be accessible to all voters and no voter should be denied their vote for reason of disability. Nor should they be exposed to danger while casting their vote. Access to the Scout Hut at Boundary Road for wheelchair users is so clearly dangerous that I feel fully justified in saying it must never be used as a Polling Station again.

Yours,

David Gillon
 

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I'm not sure it will make the 25% difference in bottom line the lede promises (and obviously she's actually riffing on an internet meme), but otherwise I can't fault it. I've added a comment noting why I never buy anything from the two (now one) bookshops that Rochester High street has/had - because being able to get into the damned shop is pretty fundamental to the act of buying!

Booksellers, this one weird trick could increase your bottom line by 25%!

davidgillon: Illo of Oracle in her manual chair in long white dress with short red hair and glasses (wheelchair)

"Very successful Artisan/Collectables MARKET on Saturday" says the Rochester City Centre Forum (apparently a joint effort of the council and the High Street traders) on their FB page.


To which I replied: "Very successful, except for those of us who are wheelchair users and find ourselves barred from the footpaths. What you can't see in that top picture is that it is the exit from the disabled car park and the pavement is blocked in both directions, as is the kerb-cut directly in front of that stall - to use the kerb cut safely a wheelchair user needs to start/finish at least as far back as the orange box visible in the picture. In fact it was significantly worse than that when I was in Rochester about 4PM on Saturday as the stall had boxes down the side that meant there wasn't even space to squeeze a narrow wheelchair like mine between the lamppost and stall, taking the unsafe approach down the side of the kerb-cut. For anyone in a wider chair or a powerchair, forget it. Remember, the space in front of the stalls is going to be occupied by customers, so there is even less space available. I ended up having to hop off the kerb, which nearly threw me out of my chair and didn't even try to use the entrance on my return, despite that being my normal route back to the car.

The steep camber of Rochester High Street makes it difficult to wheelie from road to pavement without risking tipping - I can't do it at all if I have the anti-tip protection deployed on my chair - and many people have chairs, powerchairs or scooters which are completely incapable of kerb-climbing. The reality of the choice of stalls which block the full width of the pavement is that they completely block wheelchair users from accessing the shops between them, or even safely exiting the disabled car park.

Rochester High Street is an obstacle course to wheelchair users at the best of times due to paving, camber, and cobbles, but these stalls leave it completely inaccessible. I raised the issue with the Council after their previous appearance, and was assured my concerns, particularly with respect to the kerb cut would be passed on, but this time things were even worse. To use the space in front of the disabled car park, blocking wheelchair users from exiting, really shows a careless contempt for the needs and rights of disabled people."

I had a reply within about an hour from the chair of the Forum. He did promise to do something about the kerb-cuts, but did not impress by first launching into a rant about cyclists on the pedestrianised High Street (why yes, I did know it's pedestrianised on Saturday, that's beside the point, the road doesn't help if I can't get from road to footpath) and then protesting "It's only 12 times a year," and "it's for the community". Do I not count as a member of the community?

Grrrrrrr!!!!

ETA: there's now a nebulous "this problem will be addressed", so I asked them to make sure they got a wheelchair user's input as to whether it did fix the problem or not.

Seriously?

Sep. 11th, 2017 05:07 pm
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I went into Rochester for lunch on Saturday. Parking was a nightmare, but when I finally found a place I cut through the High Street via the small disabled car park as usual. For unknown reasons (it's not any of the local festivals I can think of, and I couldn't dig up anything on their website) the Council had the paved area at the entrance covered in stalls - one of those square garden gazebo things with a folding table under it and various vendors at each. Then I got onto the High Street, and the footpath is covered in stalls for as far as I can see. And those gazebo things are the full width of the pavement. Look left, and the pavement is completely blocked, look right (where it's very slightly wider), and they have a stall sitting on top of the kerb cut. The only part not blocked by the stall is the slope, and the customers are standing on that. In just the 100m or so I could see, the footpath was completely blocked to wheelchair users in at least 3 places.

I managed to squeeze past and onto the kerb cut, but no chair wider than mine could have done it, certainly not a powerchair.  Okay, the High Street is pedestrian-only on Saturday, so the road was usable, but to get into any of the shops you need to be on the pavement and that pavement is really difficult to wheelie up onto from the road. In fact it's impossible in my chair if I have the anti-tips out, and wheelie-ing is exactly when I'd want the anti-tips. I did manage to get back up the kerb cut on my way back to the car, but I'd seriously expected not to be able to as you would normally want to run straight up the slope to the far side of where the table was and then turn, not crab up the side-slope between ramp and pavement level.

And then the elbow I'd banged while I was away decided it wasn't up to pushing up slopes - guess which way it was all 400m back to the car. Waddle, waddle, waddle....

Bah!

Not too surprising that I fell asleep on the couch at 8PM, though sleeping through until midday Sunday was unexpected.

I was sarcastic about the stalls to the council's  twitter account. Apparently they'll "raise this with the town centre manager". I may go dig up the relevent councillor and copy them into the thread - the High Street's an obstacle course at the best of times, never mind if  the council start merrily blocking the pavement every 20 metres.
 

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Locus has the World Fantasy Awards shortlist here, and Mishell Baker's Borderline, with its double-amputee protagonist with Borderline Personality Disorder is on the list. Which is something the genre needs. There's few enough books with disabled protagonists treated in a realistic manner, seeing one of them nominated for a major award is an important step forward. (I'd hoped it would happen with Scalzi's Lock In, but the Puppies screwed that year's Hugo voting).

On the other hand, World Fantasy Con has a unfortunately well-deserved reputation for access screw-ups. I really hope they fix that this year, because having a book about an occasionally wheelchair-using protagonist win an award on a stage a wheelchar user couldn't access would be the access fail to end all access fails....

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I was reading the rulebook for 'Planet Mercenary', the RPG for Howard Tayler's 'Schlock Mercenary' universe this afternoon and I was absolutely delighted to see the game master's section has a section on making your games accessible, covering everything from wheelchair access to players with social anxiety. It's even written within the game's metanarrative* that it's a game for actual inhabitants of the Schlock Mercenary universe. There's a couple of slight mis-steps where it's arguably patronizing, and a faux pas in the segue to handling problem players in the next segment, but this is generally really well thought out - for instance, using a differently sized rather than differently coloured die if one of a set needs to be distinct and a player has a visual impairment that would stop them seeing that, and watching player body language for signs players are being triggered or otherwise driven out of the game. And of course the major step forward is that it's there at all.

* Also within the metanarrative, a short story told in the form of editorial comments - wow!

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Presiding officer at polling station: "You're the one who raised the issue last year with the double doors being too narrow for wheelchairs if only one is open, aren't you? I did raise it, but now someone's stuck a sign on the other one saying 'do not open this door'".

OTOH they did fix* the issue with one of the inner double doors before I'd finished voting. It was propped open with a large armchair, which meant I had to slalom around it and come at the doorway from an awkward angle, which would have blocked a power chair or mobility scooter if it could get past the outer door. And the presiding officer walked out with me to be sure I could get out this time - last year I could get in but not out as the differing approach angles ran me into the door frame one way but not the other, this year I have a slightly narrower chair.

*By propping both doors open with large armchairs {Le Sigh}.

It sort of illustrates the problems with polling station access. The building is a school, and my guess is the left-hand outer door is broken, so rather than fix it, they just keep it bolted shut because kids and able-bodied teachers can get through the right-hand one without issue. But a polling station has to be accessible to a lot more people, some of whom will be using mobility aids that are too wide for the single door. I can report the problem to the Electoral Registration Officer until the cows come home, but he can't actually make the school fix the issue.

I suspect the school is generally fairly clueless on access issues. There are two kerb cuts onto the paving in front of the doors, one is half-blocked by a large planter at the top....

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Virgin Trains just emailed me and asked how my journey went yesterday and whether I was likely to recommend their service.

I gave them 3 on 10.

We're sorry that we didn't deliver a great service for you.  Could you tell us, in your own words, why you gave us that score?

I travelled as a wheelchair-using passenger in the Standard Class wheelchair space. (Coach F). The wheelchair space on the left side of the carriage places me in line with the aisle as it passes the accessible toilet, making my space a bottleneck. Passengers were continually brushing past me and with no door between carriage and vestibule space the environment was so noisy I could not hear announcements, safety or otherwise. The right hand Standard Class wheelchair space, which does not have these drawbacks, was occupied by a non-disabled passenger for the entire trip. (And passengers were being encouraged to place bulky luggage in the space a chair would have had to occupy had one boarded at York).

Additionally the accessible toilet was out of service for my entire trip of almost three hours, including the nearly two hour fast section between York and Kings Cross. I recognise that mechanical failures will occasionally happen, but none of the on-train staff thought to check whether the lack of a an accessible toilet was an issue for me. Given that a disabled passenger being forced to wet themselves through lack of an accessible toilet had been national headline news within the past week (even if with another TOC), this reflects poorly on Virgin East Coast's standards of customer care.

If it is not already policy that train staff should check with wheelchair using passengers if the accessible toilet is out of action, then it needs to be made so urgently.

I would also suggest that if a train has a wheelchair passenger due to board, and an out of service onboard toilet, the message be passed ahead to station passenger assistance staff and the passenger offered the options of i) being boarded in the other class if the wheelchair space is available (obviously with a refund in the case of a First Class passenger forced to travel Standard Class), ii) travelling by a later train, iii) opting not to travel and receiving a full refund.

It rather boggles the mind that on a previous journey on-train staff specifically approached me to offer to fetch and carry for me as the trolley service was out of action, but on this trip didn't even speak to me when the accessible toilet was out of action, no matter that at least two interacted directly with me during the ticket check.

If you have any other comments or feedback please type them in the box below.

On my prior journey to Darlington I received an offer of an upgrade to First Class for £20, with instructions to approach the Guard on the train to see if space is available. There appears to have been no thought to how this offer would work, or rather fail to, for a wheelchair-using passenger. By the time I have boarded it is impossible for me to upgrade to 1st Class because I cannot move through the train, nor can I move through the train to locate the guard to enquire if there is space for me to take up the offer.

As there is only a single First Class wheelchair space, in comparison with several carriages of non-wheelchair First Class spaces, the overwhelming likelihood is that wheelchair passengers are much less likely to be able to avail themselves of this offer than non-wheelchair using passengers.

Equally, to the best of my knowledge there are two Standard Class wheelchair spaces, but only a single First Class wheelchair space. If both Standard Class wheelchair passengers have received the offer, the Guard could be faced with two people requesting upgrade to the same single space at exactly the same moment. There appears to have been no thought whatsoever as to how the offer would function for a wheelchair-using passenger.

The offer can only function in a fair and equitable manner for wheelchair-using passengers if they have the same likelihood of being able to access it as non-wheelchair-users. It cannot work for them at all if they must wait to contact on train staff, and needs to be modified so that they can approach station passenger assistance staff instead in order to be boarded in the appropriate carriage.

As the system stands, Virgin East Coast are running offers that can only be used by non-wheelchair-using passengers, which constitutes direct disability discrimination and places the offer in violation of the Equality Act 2010.

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Jan. 10th, 2017 09:16 pm
davidgillon: Illo of Oracle in her manual chair in long white dress with short red hair and glasses (wheelchair)
Finally back from Durham, normal service will be resumed as soon as I'm caught up with stuff.

No disasters with passenger assistance on the trains this time, but the accessible loo was out of action for the entire nearly three hour trip from Darlington to Kings Cross. I plan on gently needling Virgin East Coast about it on Twitter tomorrow. It gives a whole new meaning to #NoGoBritain ;)

And doubly troubling as lack of accessible loos was a headline story barely a week ago.
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Professor Farah Mendelsohn (the author) mentioned this paper in the Fans for Accessible Conventions FB group (she's a well known UK fan as well as being a disabled academic) and it should potentially interest a few people: UK PhD Accessibility, A Pilot Study I don't think there are any astounding revelations, but it does collect a bunch of stats in one place and confirm there are issues.

I've been shooting off my mouth to journalists again, and seem to be responsible for the title of :

Drop in Access to Work numbers shows DWP ‘is strangling the scheme’

TLDR: Disability employment figures supposedly rising, yet the number of disabled people accessing government support to work is actually down slightly - either employers are cherrypicking people with minor disabilities, or the scheme is increasingly difficult to access. (What makes this all utterly ridiculous, government was making £1.40 in tax revenue for every pound spent on AtW, so the Tories cut the scheme).

I won't link to anything as it's more a cumulative effect thing, but there seem to be quite a few people raising questions about how accessible Pokemon Go is. I'm not really a mobile game person, but I'm not remotely attracted by a game that requires you to walk around.

davidgillon: Illo of Oracle in her manual chair in long white dress with short red hair and glasses (wheelchair)

The counter clerk at Chatham Station managed to successfully book the wheelchair space for my journey up to Lancaster on Friday and without even commenting I wasn't using my wheelchair right then.

It's sad this is commentworthy, but he's arsed it up the last twice, so this is a distinct improvement.

I was still paranoid enough to ring Virgin trains and confirm that B63 was indeed the wheelchair space on the 12:30 from Euston, because it would be the middle of a carriage on the East Coast Main Line, but apparently it really is.

I can't help thinking going back to Lancaster for my college reunion is tempting fate. When I went as a student it started raining as we crossed the Durham/Lancashire border and stopped just after I graduated....


 

Whoops....

Feb. 27th, 2016 04:44 pm
davidgillon: Dina Meyer as Oracle, sitting a manual chair in front of a clock face (Wheelchair)
In the accessible loo at my usual Saturday place, go to leave and the door is so heavy the chair moves backwards. So I gave it a damned good push....

... into the passing waitress. Bowl of rice flies through the air and god knows what else lands on the floor, I had to slalom around a big dollop of mayo or cream when I  did emerge. (I said sorry, she glared).

It's their fault for having such a heavy door,  but...

Whoops!
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I met a fellow local disability rights activist for coffee this afternoon - we've known each other on line for years, but because her job was in London until recently it's the first time we've actually met.

It was interesting, in the worst way, in terms of finding anywhere we could both go. I may be a wheelchair user nowadays, but if I run into steps I can hop out , they can't. That ruled out the place I meet friends on Saturdays, and while the place I go in the week is accessible to me in the chair, they didn't think they could get their powerchair in. Nor is the new Costa accessible - they gutted the entire place,  took floors out, but left a step at the entrance! Ultimately we ended up in the tourist info, which has a cafe at the back - ironically she then had to ask if I would be able to manage the internal slope in the building  - effectively a 50 foot ramp from front to back - to get back out again!

Cue an hour and a half of comparing notes, on activism, ridiculous disabled loos we have known, and experiences of discrimination. It shouldn't be like that, but it is. I had to give her the prize (?!)  for worst experience - I've never had a doctor look at the chair and try to decide not to treat me for something life threatening (emphasis on the try, she handed him his head).

Lovely to meet her finally, but also sobering. So much still to do.
davidgillon: Dina Meyer as Oracle, sitting a manual chair in front of a clock face (Wheelchair)
Into London last night to have a drink with university friends. One had suggested changing venue (Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese on Fleet Street, est 1538, current building 1666) given I now come with wheels, but we've been drinking there for years and it does good beer, so I said I'd be fine. And indeed I managed for find a step free route there from Chatham  - high speed to St Pancras, then Thameslink to City Thameslink, which is only 200m from the Cheese, a lot closer than my old route got me (the rather noticeable difference in the two legs being the Javelins from Chatham have multiple wheelchair spaces, while the Thamelink service expects you to sit in the aisle at the door). But the Cheese was worse for access than I remembered, with a foot high step at the door, and multiple levels separated by several steps at a time. I arrived first, so had to get myself in, just as well I can get out of the chair, but there was no way I could get it to the bar and no way I was braving that crowd on my feet without crutches or sticks. Fortuitously I found myself a table and defended it from all-comers for about 40 minutes until the first of the others arrived and I could finally send someone to fetch beer!

Great catch-up with old friends, and just immediate acceptance of the wheelchair, which was nice.  Then we moved around the corner to an Indian restaurant they'd tried before. Not bad (though £5.95 for a bottle of Cobra is wince-inducing), but the doorway, for no real reason whatsoever, was up a step, with a dogleg from one side of their (very narrow) frontage to the other. Only way to do it was to get out of the chair and take it in backwards. Then the tables were arranged down that same narrow width, so no chance of staying in the chair, the extra depth with wheels would have blocked the gangway.

And then all off our separate ways, with me back to City Thameslink, where there had been a double signal failure and people were NOT PLEASED. Trains were running late and cancelled, but I just wanted to be put on the first one that arrived and go two stops to St Pancras. I was sat waiting at least 15 minutes, then another 10 minutes or so on the train through to St Pancras,

Where there was no one to get me off.

Lots of people offering to lift me off (probably with undertones of 'and stop delaying my train home'), and me insisting 'no, just please find the guy with the ramp'). Meanwhile they were announcing the train was fast to Bedford and the doors were about to close, so I had to position myself with foot projecting out of the doorway for the doors to close on to, at least twice, to stop myself being hijacked to Bedford. The non-closing doors seem to have reminded the driver (I was in the front coach) he did actually have a wheelchair passenger aboard, and he came back to unload me using the onboard ramp. And as I got off I could see someone from platform staff finally approaching with a ramp of his own. I'd have been at least five minutes on my way to Bedford if I'd relied on him. Yes the guys as City were harrassed, but they had more than enough time to alert St Pancras I was coming and St Pancras more than enough time to respond.

So I whipped upstairs to catch the Javelin back to Chatham, and was promptly homed in on by a drunk wanting to know if I needed help. He was amiable drunk rather than aggressive, but possibly too amiably drunk to have appreciated being told 'No!' if the train was there. Fortunately the train wasn't there yet,  and the guy with the ramp appeared just as it did - and apologised for missing me downstairs. The Javelin wasn't particularly busy and I ended up nattering with the guard for most of the journey - 'If I go off down the train then I might get caught up in something and not get back in time to make sure they get you off okay at Chatham'.

And then a final waddle up the hill home and to bed. Though I did have a neighbour knocking on the door this morning to tell me I'd left my keys in the outside - whoops!

Access is getting better, but there really is so much still to be done. Including public education, manhandling people in chairs off trains isn't a safe answer (especially at 11PM ten days pre-Christmas when most everyone will have had drink taken!) And this is London, which in many ways is streets ahead of the rest of the country.
davidgillon: A pair of crutches, hanging from coat hooks, reflected in a mirror (Default)
 After yesterday's resting-up (my hips aren't screaming today, but I repeated the ibuprofen/ paracetamol cocktail given likely developments), I wanted another try at the city, but had some trouble settling on a target. Eventually I decided on just heading in and seeing how things developed. My first win came quickly, I finally worked out where the disabled access is at Megaros Mousikki Metro Station - this is the Concert Hall stop about 150m from my hotel right next to the U.S. Embassy. Unlike the main station access it's actually on the same side as the Concert Hall and my hotel, but a couple of inaccessible junctions without kerb-cuts have been driving me to the other side of the road. It's obvious when you see it, a glass-sided kiosk for the lift, a bit like those for Munich's S/U-Bahn, you just have to be looking in the right direction.

The lift gets you to the ticket-hall, €1.20 flat fare, unless you want the airport which is €8, then another lift to the trains. I had the perennial problem with my chair of getting the big front castor stuck sideways between platform and carriage, but another passenger grabbed my footplate and yanked me out - usual heart-in-mouth moment as to whether he rips it off, but it held and he moved faster than I could say 'don't!'. I just went one stop to Evangelismos (disabled access hidden in the hedge), with the thought of finishing off the Benaki Museum and taking a look at the War Museum, but the Benaki is closed Tuesdays and the War Museum entrance is down a hill and up steps. I thought about heading over to the Agora, the bit of ancient Athens I most wanted to see after the Parthenon, but my access notes suggested only about 30% was chair-accessible, so I decided to move on to Syntagmos Square, which was fortuitous as I got to the front of Parliament just in time for the changing of the guard, all hob-nailed boots with pom-poms and ludicrously high-stepping marching with distinct foot-waggling (and notable wobbling in one case). I have a high tolerance for military ceremonial, but this takes it to extreme levels. (This all takes place on a marble square with access from Syntagmos Square side, but up two marble steps with no ramped access - this seems to be pretty much an Athenian default for formal locations, wheelie access means going up backwards, either by climbing out and hauling the chair up yourself or having someone else do it for you, I'm not certain a powerchair, even with kerb-climber, could manage it).

That done I spent several minutes looking for the disabled access into Syntagmos metro station, which is just to the side, as I was likely coming back that way. I gave up after checking both sides of the road for 50m and went down into Syntagmos Square itself, emphasis on the down, it's a slope right on the edge of my chair's capabilities, even with both wheelchair-gloved hands firmly on my pushrims. There is access half-way down the slope if you can manage steps, but for level access you need to go all the way to the bottom. The Square is quite pleasant, mixed concrete and marble with water-features and trees, but seriously hot outside of the limited shade, the main reason I went in was I knew there was another metro entrance, and yes, disabled access tucked away in a corner. (The lifts are fairly well sign-posted inside the stations, but I didn't see a single sign on the surface at any of the stations I visited, even though all of them have prominent 'you are here' maps).

I'd decided to head down Ermou again, effectively Athens' Oxford Street, but I needed a drink and  to break into a €50 note, and it seemed unfair to inflict that on any of the little streetside kiosks and vendors, so I found myself in Macdonald's, ordering a McFlurry and a large coke. It's a pretty good illustration of the state of access in Athens that their flagship branch, at the junction of Syntagmos and Ermou (so think Parliament Square meets Trafalgar Square meets Oxford Street), on the prime corner location and in a new building, has a step up at the entrance.

Sinuses thoroughly chilled, I headed down Ermou, which was as bad as I remembered it from Sunday, with steep slope, paved to the sides with slippery bricks, and cobbled in the centre, with sharp rather than rounded cobbles - good for grip, I suppose, if you're walking, but appalling for ride in a chair. And unlike Sunday everything was open and crowded with shoppers and street-vendors, which meant I was constantly zig-zagging between surfaces, and my back was soon screaming (even on the level surfaces on the way down Embassy-row and past Parliament I 'd been hitting broken slabs or dropped drain covers every 50m or so that brought me to a jarring halt). I saw the second wheelchair of my Athenian stay (I'd passed someone being pushed on Sunday) halfway down Ermou, unfortunately it was someone begging (there are quite a few beggars about given the economic situation, one thing I've not seen outside of Greece is them approaching people sitting in cafes, though the guy in the chair had simply parked himself in a good spot). I needed something to eat by this point, so started using the chair as a walker and exploring the cafes filling the side streets. Even using the chair as a walker was too judder-y on four wheels, so I had to tip it back onto two, which of course means you can't really put any weight through it, so just as well I wore the AFOs - I keep forgetting I have them on when I'm in the chair, then stand up and think Oh, thank God! for the support. The state of the pavements and the lack of other chair users may explain the are you mad? looks I kept getting as I wheeled around, though people in general were fine about making space for me and so on.

Prices immediately off Ermou were a little too touristy, and the offerings a little too main-meal style - I really only wanted a snack as my stomach has been a little unsettled, so I went a street further over, catching occasional glimpses of the Parthenon looming overhead, and found myself on a large square in front of a church at the edge of the Plaka district - I think it was the Agios Eleftherious from my map, but I'm really not sure, and a cafe/bar on the Plaka-side had a menu offering what I wanted at reasonable prices. I settled on a small 'special pizza', and a large mug of Alfa beer, but the first things down my throat were a couple of ibuprofen as my back was making it really clear it had had enough (it was 2:30 now and I'd left the hotel about 11). The pizza was tasty, though I left most of the base as I'm not a fan of the Greek semi-deep pan style and I didn't think €6 in a touristy area was outrageous, the ice-cold half-litre of Alfa (€4.50) was very welcome.

Snack finished, I headed back up the hill (walker-style) to Syntagmos and the Metro, where I reverted to wheels and spent an interesting ten minutes trying to find the lift to the Airport side of line 3 - Marina side immediately obvious, Airport side tucked away down a corridor you can't even see without heading into the pedestrian tunnel to the elevators to the platform. Once I was finally in the lift I ran into one of those annoyingly helpful but clueless people who don't seem to understand that reversing a chair out of a lift and popping a 180 isn't actually difficult. He ended up forcing me against the edge of the lift and impeding everyone until he got out of the way. Incidentally, Syntagmos Station was where I saw my third and fourth wheelchairs of my stay, a powerchair in the lift from the square and a manual in the lift to platform level - four in three full days out-and-about in a European capital city and tourism centre is pretty shocking, IMO. The train was packed, but people were pretty good about getting out of my way - the web says there are dedicated wheelchair spaces on the airport trains, but damned if I could spot them.

The lift at Megaro Mousikki delivered me to the surface almost in sight of the hotel, but it was quickly clear my back wasn't up to wheeling, or even sitting, so it was back to using the chair as a walker. (On reflection, waddling past the U.S. Embassy muttering 'Ah, Big Brother', and 'Well, he's obviously the outer layer', at security kiosks and sensor masts, and civilian security guard respectively may not have been entirely wise). A quick stop at a kiosk for a couple of soft drinks and I was back at the hotel with my Athenian Odyssey pretty much done. Back in my room it was a case of air-con on and fall into bed. Three hours sleep later and my back is a whole lot happier.

Figuring out the Metro today actually changes my plans for tomorrow back to what they originally were. I'd switched to planning on taking a taxi to the airport given I couldn't find the disabled access into the Metro, but now I know it's just 150m away on this side of the road I'll just take the much cheaper Metro option, though annoyingly I'll have to waddle rather than wheel given the lack of kerb-cuts (which rather nicely sums up the very mixed access situation).





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