Navigating Public Transport with an Invisible Disability: A Personal Experience on Thameslink
Yesterday evening, while heading home from work on the Thameslink train towards Brighton, I encountered an unsettling situation that I felt was worth sharing. For a bit of background, I have an invisible disability. While I don’t wear a sunflower lanyard—which is often used to discreetly signal this—I carry a government-recommended card that confirms my condition. It’s much more manageable than hauling around my Personal Independence Payment (PIP) paperwork!
Despite the usually manageable nature of my disability, I experienced a considerable symptom flare-up that day. By evening, I was feeling quite unwell, and the thought of standing for the journey became daunting as I worried I might actually become ill. Upon boarding the bustling train, I walked through the carriage only to find it fully occupied. Spotting a group of teenage boys in the priority seating area, I hesitated to approach them, fearing an unpredictable reaction. Near them, I noticed a woman around my age, possibly a bit older, who seemed like a more approachable option.
Gathering my courage, I quietly approached her, apologizing profusely as I discreetly displayed my card to explain my request for her seat due to my condition. Unfortunately, her reaction was shockingly harsh. She exploded with frustration, loudly exclaiming her displeasure before begrudgingly allowing me to take the seat. Even after I sat down, she continued to stand nearby, muttering insults under her breath, which drew the attention of other passengers. Feeling both embarrassed and upset, the negativity around the situation was palpable.
Thankfully, a compassionate woman from across the aisle intervened, offering her seat to the disgruntled woman. Yet, her offer was refused, and the woman eventually moved further down the carriage, securing a seat once we reached the next stop. The commotion seemed quite unnecessary, adding to the embarrassment I already felt. The passenger sitting next to me, who had witnessed the exchange, asked me what had transpired. After I quietly explained, she was appalled by the woman’s reaction.
Reflecting on this experience, I realized it was only my second time asking someone for their seat, with the first interaction being positive and understanding. While I didn’t opt for a priority seat initially, the reaction I faced felt unnecessarily harsh. I share this account in hopes of fostering greater empathy and awareness for those with invisible disabilities, and to remind everyone that a