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TIFU by offering my unwanted help

A few minutes ago I saw this woman rolling a round table top across the residential area, to the cumbersome disposal box. The table is almost as big as her and she's struggling, so I offer my help. And she refuses. The thing is, I'm in a wheelchair. That said, arms are fully fonctionnal, legs are still strong but can't walk because of intense spasticity. So I tell her that if we put one end of the table on my legs and she holds the other end, we can do the trip easily, no effort. But she tells me "No I'll break your legs with it" with a cute embarrassed smile. I want to tell her that I could do squats whit her on my shoulders, but I, of all people, should know better. People have been offering to push my wheelchair on every single slope I proceeded to climb since I got on the damn thing. And most of them won't take no for an answer even when my arms are bigger than their legs and I could probably help them up myself. Some will argue for minutes, waisting my time and my breath, some wont even ask, sneak up behind me and "surprise assist me" mid effort, some will just ignore my protests and just push the wheelchair until I yell at them. I always try to treat people how I want to be treated, so I don't insist and let her go about her buisness. But I'm hurt. I have no problem with her refusal, I just wish she hadn't mentioned her reason. My self esteem hasn't been at its best since wheel life, but I manage to keep my morale afloat, my head just a bit above surface. Today I drank some water. I probably should have expected this though hence the fuck up.

TL;DR. I offered my disabled help to a lady struggling moving stuff, she refused, hurting my feelings on the way.

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