So I'm an epileptic who can't drive (in fact, I've never learned and was threatened with a lawsuit preventing me from attending the free driver's education classes we had at my school way back when) so non-driving epileptic culture is nodding in sympathy to folks who are temporarily unable to drive complaining about how not being able to drive severely impacts their ability to interact with the outside world while internally screaming because this has been and always will be my entire life.
Legit, a lady (who didn't know I was a non-driving epileptic, mind you) went on a long ramble at me about all the struggles she faced not being able to drive and that she was so grateful she had her car back and how the freedom of mobility is what keeps us human and I just want to scream. I hate suburbia and how it penalizes non-driving folks for simply trying to exist. I feel fortunate enough that at least in the town I currently live in, I have a sidewalk so that I don't have to walk in the dirt as much.
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