This is kind of a vent-y post and is not directed at anyone here. This is about times when I couldn't walk away. I just realized I needed to write about this a bit for any feedback. I hope you all don't mind. Feel free to skip if you don't want to read more about what people do with service dogs sometimes...
As I was walking my dog today, when someone with a very happy dog was walking down the sidewalk with a 6ft leash on the dog, all the way loose. I was on a pedestrian bridge that was about 6 feet wide when I encountered them. There was ice on the bridge, so quickly running off the bridge was not an option. I moved to the far side of the bridge, and as the person approached and the dog came within 2 feet of my dog, no sign that the other dog owner was going to pull back their dog, my dog became protective and I became anxious. Recently a dog on a leash attacked and injured my service dog, so this is still anxiety producing for me. I asked the person walking the dog, "please pull back your dog." He didn't. I said it again, more loudly, while pushed up against the rail... By then, his dog was barking and jumping within inches of mine, mine was half hiding behind me... no longer a working dog...
Or take when I'm trying to get into the theater and trying to buy tickets and suddenly my dog is pulling because someone is trying to play with her and she is moving away and into me... I can't get out of line without creating a scene. Sometimes it's easier to just say "hey, please stop."
Sometimes even that moment of distraction can mean a dog can't alert to symptoms in time for someone to take action to manage a symptom before the symptom gets out of control. Here's one example:
Why You Should Never Pet A Service Dog - It's about a seizure dog, but it's not far from what can happen for a symptomatic PTSD sufferer who is relying on a dog to function.
Then there are times where saying "no, stop" is also needed to prevent even worse boundary violations.
Two weeks ago, I had a very minor medical procedure and the nurse was taking pictures of my dog while I was waiting. I've had this procedure before and the doc always let's me keep my dog with me in the room, sitting by my jacket against the wall, because doctors trigger the hell out of me, and if my dog is in the room, it's easy to stay calm, and the dog does things to alert to symptoms and help manage symptoms before and after to procedure to keep me chill.
People try to take pictures of my dog from time to time, and they usually ask first... and the nurse commented that she knew enough to leave me out of the pictures because of patient privacy, but it was so stunningly awkward to have a nurse photographing my dog, that I couldn't speak to say no. I also couldn't leave, not easily, as I was in a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV... I ignored it. In that situation, confronting a nurse would have been like walking away from a smoker for me. (oh by the way, nothing against people who smoke. I don't care.) Anyhow, it would have triggered me to say no to the nurse. So even though it was a serious issue, I ignored it... I hoped it would just pass. Sometimes it does. Not with this nurse.
The nurse then asked me to go down the hall, I didn't understand why at first. I thought she was taking me to the procedure room. But 3 beds down, she pulled back the curtain and signaled for my dog to greet another patient, which left the other patient and his wife AND me so confused, my dog had a rare moment of nervousness because she got conflicting signals from me and the nurse and she paced between me and the other patient, and her tail almost pulled out his IV, he had to grab his arm and was clearly unwell already, and I grabbed my dog and had a passive panic attack near this poor guy's bed because I felt SO invaded and I had no escape... I was on the edge of a flashback, and got out of there. I walked back down to my bed as soon as I could, grabbed all my clothes, and put on pants and a jacket other gown, and walked down to the patient advocate with my IV bag in hand. The nurse yelled at me to calm down, and that just... well, it didn't help.
I told the advocate what happened and she got visibly upset, instantly dropped what she was doing and came back to make sure everything else from there went smoothly. But I was toast in terms of managing symptoms. The doc had to use heavy meds to sedate me - to get me to lie back on a table with no underwear on to do the procedure into my hip, without my automatically pushing people away. The dog and my own coping skills were no longer enough. I had to take a cabbie home while drugged, in an unplanned way, and it was very terrifying. It was a mess...
The advocate later told me she convinced the whole hospital to re-train everyone on proper privacy and service dog edict and they notified the HIPAA and OCR folks themselves about the privacy breech and ADA violations... Even gave me a copy of their surprisingly accurate report. It turns out the patient advocate has PTSD and at times uses a service dog herself. So she was ALL over it. So that was good, because I really didn't want to have to deal with it at all.
If I had just reminded the nurse, sorry, my dog is not a therapy or pet dog, she is a working dog for me, not for you to take pictures... it probably would have gone a lot better... Not that anything but my own symptoms were my fault.
The nurse meant no harm, and she was like many members of the public, misunderstanding that the dog isn't there because it's like a big cute animal that gives me comfort just by being there. Sure, that is the case, but the dog actually actively does a variety of tasks that mediate the symptoms of a disability.
And I have had years of practice navigating these issues, but sometimes, even though my therapist says I'm the best self advocate she's met, even I get speechless and dumbfounded on how to respond.
The times that I can walk away, it's still at a cost. The dog is there to help me have access in the first place when symptoms are high. Two months ago, I actually left a store rather abruptly as to not deal with a guy following my dog and whistling at her. She doesn't respond to whistling, but I felt awful. I couldn't focus to buy the things I needed.
To the store's credit, someone saw me walk out, and asked if I was ok. I said "yeah, just can't deal with the dog whistler on isle 3." The clerk was super nice and offered to walk back in with me and tell the whistler to leave, and wanted to give me a Starbucks giftcard for my trouble... She didn't at all try to play with or pet the dog, she talked to me. About me. (Kind of an eyes up here thing sometimes - lol)
I didn't take her up on the giftcard or being walked in with her, but I did go back in and told her I was glad there was someone I could go to if I needed a break with dealing with pushy people.
Sometimes service dog owners just need a break like that, where we can just use our medical equipment/service dog, without someone actively interfering with it's function.
Oh gosh, I think I really needed to write about what happened with that nurse... I'm so sorry to vent again. I'm not angry and this post isn't aimed at anyone on the forum. I think I just really needed to spell out what happened and how it really affected me.
@lostforgottensoul, no apology needed for posting what you have either.