When I had a broken ankle and was on crutches
I used to refer to myself as a gimp. In fact, the name "Crippie Boy" was used (Clerks II reference) by my kids.

It was only for three months, but I kept a sense of humor about it. I wasn't even able to get a cup of coffee or cook for myself, which was demoralizing, so I made a point of joking about it.

The best part was when I would pull into a handicap space in the parking lot and get attitude from people as they saw a Mazda MX-5 pull in there- until I produced the handicap pass and my crutches and watched them slink off.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 7 Mar 2012, 22:49, 1 reply)

Does have a broken ankle now qualify you as 'disabled'?
Surely that's just being badly injured. When did the lines blur so much?
(Mr Fudge It shouldn't be illegal to have sex with an eagle, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 10:05, closed)

Temporarily it did.
I had a handicap pass so I could use the gimp spaces at the grocery store, and had to use an electric cart to get around in the store itself. It was always a sore temptation to put the crutches out in front of me and go jousting.

It lasted just long enough for me to get a good understanding of what some people have to go through for their lives.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 8 Mar 2012, 14:53, closed)