Monday, December 19, 2016

The Nightmare Before Christmas: ESCALATORS and My Terrifying Weekend Experience

Story time!!! This past weekend, my brother, my mom, and I went on our annual excursion to the mall to finish up our Christmas shopping ( my brother's start his Christmas shopping......).

I love everything about the mall at Christmastime...everything except for ESCALATORS.

If you don't have CP (or maybe even if you do?? Let me know if you're with me on this or not!), you might be saying, "But K...escalators are easier than stairs! You just put your feet on the first step and they carry you the rest of the way!"

To that, I say, "You're right. They do carry you. Unless they drag you."

Unfortunately, I'm speaking from experience.

For the record, I've always been a little wary of escalators. First of all, the railings MOVE. When I go up or down regular stairs, I usually like to grip the railing firmly first and get my bearings before I step. And every now and then, I notice that I have a little delay when I step (maybe a motor processing issue?), where it takes a few extra seconds for my other foot to follow. Normally, this isn't an issue, but on escalators, a few extra seconds can be the difference between being carried and being dragged.

When I was ten years old, one of my friends had a birthday party at the mall, so her mom took a group of us there, and I remember the quiet terror that overtook me when she led us to the escalators and didn't even look up. Ten-year-old me should have asked for a hand or maybe requested to take the elevator, but as you know if you've read previous posts on this blog, asking for disability-related help isn't exactly one of my strengths.

So I stepped on, closed my eyes, and prayed that I'd survive the experience without incident.

I did. That time.

But after my accident (in which I slipped on some water in eighth grade, broke my femur, and had to get surgery), I used crutches for several years and escalators were near impossible for me. I discovered this the hard way when I was out with my mom a couple years post-accident and we decided to give it a shot. I grabbed the railing with one hand and used my crutch in the other hand, and I couldn't get my left foot to follow quickly enough, so I fell. Falling with crutches is messy enough, but when you're on an ESCALATOR, it's a complete fiasco. I was being dragged up the escalator while my mom tried in vain to grab my arm and set me on my feet. It was beyond terrifying. Luckily, an employee witnessed my plight and ran over to press the emergency STOP button, but after that, I opted to use the elevators.

Now that I can put full weight on my left leg without pain (post-surgery to remove the pins) for the first time in eight/nine years, I wanted to try escalators again. And - hooray - I CAN DO THEM :) I did about five in a row without incident.

But let me walk you through what happened when I tried that sixth escalator. It was a couple hours into our shopping trip, and my brother just met up with my mom and me again so that we could grab something to eat (he had parted ways with us because he hates clothes shopping with a passion).

We approached a "down" escalator. My brother went first. My mom hesitated: "This escalator is kinda fast...I don't even know which stair to pick!" (It was unusually speedy). She gripped my arm and we picked a step.

I put my left foot first.

My right foot didn't follow.

My legs were tangled, going in two different directions as the escalator proceeded down, ready or not.

"HELP," was all I could manage to say.

My poor mom had no idea how to help me...*I* had no idea how to help me. All I knew was that I was at the top of an escalator that was dragging me down, pulling my legs in increasingly opposite directions as it descended.

And then: I fell.

My brother turned around, spread his arms, and caught me.

He managed, somehow, to right me again so that I caught my balance.

"Wow, that was a pretty epic trust fall," he said, once we had stepped off at the bottom.

I managed a shaky laugh -- "Thanks for saving me," I said. "I just about pulled a Buddy the Elf."

He laughed too. "I was thinking that too but I wasn't sure if it was TOO SOON."

I did a few more (slower) escalators successfully after that experience, but it was a reminder that sometimes the seemingly "ordinary" aspects of life can be tricky to navigate with CP. I have no idea what would have happened if my brother wasn't there in that moment, but I am beyond thankful that he was. And added bonus? My Christmas shopping is done!! :)

My escalator experience:
Think Buddy the Elf but far less graceful! ;)


  1. OMG Buddy the Elf at the bottom makes this whole post! As usual, your storytelling is grand and I love it. (Even if I don't love the experience you had - except the part where your brother caught you! Thank goodness!) And thank goodness all the shopping is done. Hopefully there will be no need for a terrifying escalator ride for a while now.

    1. Hahaha aww Tonia thank you for appreciating my gif selection ;) And thank you for coming here to read and comment <3 I'm so glad he was there to catch me and I'm so glad I have YOU in my life!

  2. I don't have CP and I hate escalators. I've had two bad experiences with them- one when I was four and fell backwards on an up escalator and one when I was 12 and pretty much the same thing that happened to you, happened to me. I just remember clinging to the railing praying it would be over. I still don't do escalators and it's been almost 7 years

    1. Ouchhh, Kathryn!! I'm sorry you've had bad experiences too! :(

  3. I HATE escalators! My story: As a kid, I liked riding escalators when family members took me on them in strollers. Later on as a preteen at an airport or something I tried stepping on an escalator but nobody told me about the moving handrail so I fell and it was only because I was wearing AFOs that I managed to NOT injure my legs. The AFO took the force and remained intact. It scared the crap out of me and everyone else there who thought I must have broken a bone. Then in another incident(I have no idea if it was before or after I fell) somebody held me on the elevator in such a way where I would not have to grab the moving handrail but the motion of the escalator made me terribly dizzy. It was an awful kind of dizzy. My doc said it was nothing to worry about, my balance sense in my ear just could not tell what was moving and what wasn't, but I have avoided escalators like the plague ever since and refuse to use them. I do not want to get dizzy and/or fall again. Now I just tell people "Escalators make me dizzy" and there's no problem. I don't even have to mention CP. You are welcome to use my "dizzy" explanation if you don't want to bring up CP when dealing with escalators. So far it works every time and keeps me safe. I'm so glad you are okay! Thank God for your sweet brother!!! Hope you got my last few short emails. Miss you. Glad you got your shopping done. Mine is done too but I have to get everything mailed to the right people haha!

  4. I hate escalators too! (Especially since I always seem to have a suitcase with me while I'm on them, which is a whole other challenge). Luckily, nothing too bad has happened to me on them, but the whole foot-delay thing always makes me feel like I'm going to fall.
    Thanks for sharing, and hope you have a great holiday!


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