Back when I was a college teacher, a student had missed the first three classes of my course. When he finally showed up, I said something off-hand like "I guess this course isn't too high on your priority list." He said, "I was having a round of chemo for my cancer." (??!!) Similar situation, student said, "I had to go to (insert far-away place) to donate bone marrow for my relative's leukemia." Long ago, I was volunteering for the food co-op, taking orders. I am sitting. Attractive man standing next to me is giving me his order and flirting with me. I run my hand under the bottom of his jeans...looking for some skin. I go higher and higher and finally say, "Your boots go up really high." He says, "It's a wooden leg."
(True story.)
I confess I giggled when I read this. Not sure how the crip community would respond. I guess if they are inclined towards giggling, they would. My beloved friend Doug spent all of his adult life in a wheel chair after a car accident left him a paraplegic. I used to stroke his leg all the time. Doug's the guy who said relationships are like car crashes in my blog here. Maybe if he knew I'd been stroking his leg all that time, he would have felt differently.