I recently took my first vacation as a wheelchair user. I
brought my travel chair Ariel with us and she performed beautifully. We flew
United from San Francisco to Oahu with my company. It was a big “thank you”
business trip for all their employees. They knew in advance I’d be bringing a
wheelchair. United was able to check my chair right at the entry to the plane
after the big “gangplank” walk to get to it. There are 2 tags they required
containing information on the chair. I also made my own tag after doing some
internet research on it.
My personal tag contained:
- A picture of me.
- A simple statement of “Thank you for taking good care of my
wheelchair!”
- “In Case of Emergency” (ICE) information to reach us.
- Information about my chair like weight, battery type, make
and model, color.
I got the idea online from a mom who made a tag like this for her
son’s wheelchair when they’d travel. She said the rough handling of her son’s
chair and the damage hugely decreased after putting
the tag on. BRILLIANT!
All the United staff were super impressed that I planned
ahead and had the chair info all ready like that. I did forget to take a
picture of it before my husband put it in the travel case and handed it off to
baggage. I read you should do that in case it’s damaged.
I will say I’m lucky that I can walk down the isles ok
because “pre-boarding” really wasn’t super useful. There were a LOT of people
in my way, mostly people traveling with kids who seemed to think they had the
exact same pre-board rights as people with disabilities. (They don’t by the
way. It’s supposed to go 1-disabilities 2-people with small children 3-first
class 4-everyone else.) The airline was in such a rush to keep on-time that it
was a bit of a mad dash. Coming home was better, so I’m thinking it could be a
San Francisco airport thing?
The TSA check in San Francisco was also strange. I had no
idea what to do as a wheelchair user now. I expected there to be some kind of “disabilities”
check line, but there wasn’t. I had to maneuver through the general long line.
Once it was my turn they pulled me over to the side and gave me a cane to lean on
while conducting a thorough pat down on me. The female TSA agent was super sweet and
always told me where she was going to touch me before she did. I appreciated
that. Then she checked my chair and swabbed it down (they do this with all
electronic equipment.) It took about 5 minutes. She told me since I’m able to
walk short distances and stand for a bit that next time I could let the TSA agent
know that and I wouldn’t need a pat down.
Coming home I didn’t have to go through the general TSA line.
Instead they had a separate line for people with disabilities, just like I
expected back home! I felt more relaxed and appreciated the straight, slow
moving line to navigate through. I let the agent know I can stand through the
scanner when it got to be my turn. I turned off my chair and unlocked my breaks
so she could push it to the other side for me while I went through the scanner.
This was MUCH easier for me and I only had to walk maybe 5 steps? Then I sat in
my chair while she completed the chair check. This was a simpler, more relaxing
experience. Again, everyone was very nice.
I’m not sure what people do who can’t get up out of their
chair at all. I’m guessing maybe get a pat down while sitting? But that sounds
very uncomfortable and hard to go through.
The flight was… a flight. Nothing gluten free so good thing
I brought my own food and water. Always get your own water once you’re
through TSA security! You can just bring a travel cup and refill it at a drinking fountain for free.
When we arrived I had to use an airport chair and porter as my
wheelchair was down in luggage claim, even though they said it would be at the
gate. Weird. Coming home it was right as we got off the plane like we had
expected the first time.
During our 5 day vacation I learned that big cities and towns will be much more wheelchair
accessible than smaller, quaint areas. Makes sense, but as a previously bipedal
mover I had never thought about it much. I also like smaller towns better than big cities. I felt frustrated a few times when places
we wanted to stop at were obviously not accessible. But I also learned that some
places have portable ramps if you just ask.
The larger tourist stops were fully accessible and
welcoming. When we went to a popular snorkel destination they knew how to get my chair
onto the shuttle and clamp it down. I rode for free and my husband paid and
small fee. They also had free beach wheelchairs that I personally think are a
nightmare if you’re over 100lbs. My poor husband tried his best but finally I
just got out and pushed it like a beach walker (which was useful.)
Before we left for our vacation my husband bought me a pair of super tech collapsible
hiking poles that weigh nothing, complete with “beach heads” for navigating sand. They were perfect
for helping me walk short distances and broke down to fit in a
purse or backpack.
(My amazing beach poles!)
The Luau we went to also knew in advance that I use a chair.
They had a gas powered golf cart and drove me wherever the rest of the group
was going.
(Ready for adventure!)
I think planning your trip around making sure you’re going
to a place with friendly people who are happy to accommodate you is very
important. Hawaii was perfect in that regard. Every single person was so
friendly and beautiful.
Many times through the trip I thought “how do people traveling
alone in a chair do this!?” It seemed impossible to me. Or even people with
zero mobility. That would have been an incredible challenge.
Throughout our trip I got compliments on my chair. Even the
shuttle driver who picked us up in the morning said “Why did the instructions
say there was a wheelchair?” Not knowing he had just put it in the trunk.
Hahah!
The hardest part was when there was a lack of accommodation.
Like the elevators at our hotel were much too small. They’d pack in with people
all sticking their butts in my face or knocking me with beach bags. It was too
small to turn around in, so I had to exit backwards every time. I hated it. Twice
the lock on the back of my chair popped open and I was painfully jolted as my
husband was trying to helpfully maneuver me through a tight spot. It hurt and I
snipped when I shouldn’t have. I know it was a whole, new, unknown, stressful experience
for him. We’ll both get better at it the more we do it.
All in all we had a wonderful time. Snorkeling was by far my
favorite part. I really am part mermaid!
