In the end you ust have to hope they never live with any sort of disability, because if they did, the memory of the cruel, crass and insensitive things they have said or done might seem all the more burdensome.
I am fortunately fairly well protected from unkind remarks, but just after my graft I was travelling by train to Glasgow when I heard another passenger (sounded like a girl, probably about 14) say "that's my minister, from the school. It's all right, he can't see us!"
At that she, and whoever it was whom she was addressing, got off the train. I don't know why it was all right that I could not see them
