Using the big stall. There was a time, not so long ago that I HAD to use the largest stall in the restroom. I was so big at almost 400 pounds that I could not squeeze (and I mean squeeze) in to the middle, end, or first stall. They were simply just too small. So I would always go to the end, handicapped stall. I could easily walk in, do what I needed to do, and exit. No pain, no bruising my tummy, no humiliation. Bonus victory, the auto flush actually works for me now. I was so big that the sensors sometimes did not know that I moved. Now they do. (It is the little things, right?!)
Parking as close as possible. I could not walk. Well, really, I did not want to walk very far to get to anything. I was lazy but I was also in pain. Lots of it. So I would park as close as possible. I even have a handicap placard to park closer. I still troll parking lots for the closer parking space but now it lasts only for a short time and then I go further out. After December the placard expires and I won’t be getting another one.
Going for the largest size. I still do this. I keep starting with the size that is larger then I really need. Sometimes it is hard to imagine that I am anything other than a 3X. I keep gravitating to that section. It takes a moment or two and then I get back to where I need to be. The internal image in my head used to be smaller than I was, now its larger than I am. It is a shift that may never go away.
I am going to try to not use the larger stall. Although the outburst was not warranted or needed, it did remind me that I don’t have the limitations that I used to have. And that I no longer have to fear the middle stall.