This trend continues as Guest mentions other individuals in wheelchairs throughout the memoir. Another example lies in the previous tenant in one of Guest’s apartments, a “drunk, combative quadriplegic” who had a tendency to leave his colostomy bag out in the open (153). Aware of this tenant’s existence, Guest makes a comment about how he “only hoped [his] neighbors [would bother] to tell [them] apart” (153). Though this comment is most likely some sort of scathing commentary on individuals’ refusal to look past disability, it also functions as another instance when Guest is actively separating himself from such a community. This separation occurs once more at the end of the text as Guest sits beside another man in a wheelchair. Despite speaking with him offhandedly, “he never [gave] his name,” and Guest doesn’t “offer [his]” (189). Continuing on, Guest expresses some form of a bond with the man, but even this bond sours. “He doesn’t feel like a stranger,” Guest writes, “I see him often, his type, his lonely, addled type, and have, for more than twenty years, feared that I could somehow become him someday”
This trend continues as Guest mentions other individuals in wheelchairs throughout the memoir. Another example lies in the previous tenant in one of Guest’s apartments, a “drunk, combative quadriplegic” who had a tendency to leave his colostomy bag out in the open (153). Aware of this tenant’s existence, Guest makes a comment about how he “only hoped [his] neighbors [would bother] to tell [them] apart” (153). Though this comment is most likely some sort of scathing commentary on individuals’ refusal to look past disability, it also functions as another instance when Guest is actively separating himself from such a community. This separation occurs once more at the end of the text as Guest sits beside another man in a wheelchair. Despite speaking with him offhandedly, “he never [gave] his name,” and Guest doesn’t “offer [his]” (189). Continuing on, Guest expresses some form of a bond with the man, but even this bond sours. “He doesn’t feel like a stranger,” Guest writes, “I see him often, his type, his lonely, addled type, and have, for more than twenty years, feared that I could somehow become him someday”