Honesty about life with a service dog is my policy, so here goes.
A few months ago, I asked a family member if she could ask her pastor & congregation for permission for my service dog and my friend's therapy dog to attend church one Sunday, for socialization and an extension of training to be okay with being bored. Neither myself or my friend are religious, but we do what we need to for the purpose of further our dogs' educations, and being only a Therapy Dog, her team was running out of challenging places to train. For us, though, here's the kicker... I, a disabled individual, asked for permission to go to a place where I have to be invited in purely because I need a service dog to function, only to listen to a Thanksgiving "thankful" themed sermon where the primary take-home message was, "We should feel blessed and thankful because we're NOT DISABLED." Wait. What? WHAT? I really wish I was kidding. Or being dramatic. There was no reading between the lines. There was no mistake. There was no metaphor. At the start of the service, my family member had me stand up before the congregation, introduce myself, talk about why we were there. I got "we're happy to have you here" multiple times, even by the pastor himself, and "please come back." I had a large service dog beside me. I introduced myself as having a disability. I explained my disability. I thanked them for allowing us to be there. And then, sitting in a cramped pew, rapidly approaching a 10/10 from the uncomfortable seating, loud music, and hard flooring, I got to listen to their honest, and absolutely ignorant views of people with disabilities. People to be pitied. People to celebrate when they're happy, because "good for them!" People who aren't as beautiful when you realize they only have one foot. People who can't possibly figure out how to enjoy the company of other people because they themselves are deaf, ergo won't be able to participate. People to judge. People to use as a example for why your life is much better. Because you aren't disabled. Your life is blessed. You can be grateful for your woes and struggles, because Hey, You have two feet. You can see. You can hear. Never mind the woman with a severe disability, sitting up front, with a service dog at her feet, who you invited to hear your ignorance spouted as gratitude. All around me, I heard murmurs of agreement with the pastor's words. People were nodding, smiling at each point. They were oblivious to their own ignorance. It took an enormous amount of self-control to say nothing. My friend and I both reached down to interact with our working dogs, for comfort, and grounding. Up until then, it wasn't too bad. In that moment, I felt sick. You can't look at people the same way after you've heard a diatribe like that, revealing their beliefs. Each time someone approached us after, all I could think was, "Do they feel blessed they aren't me?" How can they believe their God gives people disabilities because he knows they can handle it and because he - according to scripture - favors the weak, and in the same breath, thank God for not giving them that life and allowing them to truly be blessed? I'm not sure it was worth it for the dogs. I know I could have done without being made to feel small, worthless, and something to be pitied. *disclaimer: I am not painting all Christians by what happened, but it does explain a few past experiences if they shared the same belief
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