I admit it. Me and the white stick have a bit of a rough history. Stories of losing them in rivers and storm drains aside, the canes of my youth were mostly abused in the fact that they were neglected. I did not often use it as a child and teenager, and when I did it was only in preparation for getting a guide dog as soon as I turned 16. I hated the cane in those days… in fact, I can honestly say I had a healthy disdain for it until quite recently. Throughout my college years, I grew to accept my cane as a useful piece of equipment, but it was still one that I preferred never to use unless forced by circumstance.
Over the last several months though, since I essentially hung up the harness in the spring, my grudging respect for my cane has developed into an all out appreciation, even love. Yes, I know. People who know me will be falling on the floor in shock at this, but there are things I will actually miss about being a full time white cane user. Here are a few of them.
1. Sprinting everywhere I go
As a cane user, I get to choose exactly how fast I walk and the fashion in which I walk. I don’t need to worry about paws being stepped on or convince my guide dog that it is more fun to run everywhere. I love being able to grab my cane and take off at high speeds, all while hopping, skipping, dancing, and generally doing something relatively” productive with my sometimes excessive amounts of energy. If you are concerned that this is not safe you are probably correct and will be happy to know that I am picking up the harness handle again in one day’s time. (although when I get that urge to burn off some Shea craziness, the cane is coming out)
2. My Cane Doesn’t Get Distracted
Guide dogs are amazing creatures, but at the end of the day, they are dogs, and they sometimes get sidetracked on the job (squirrel!). My cane, on the other hand, never barks at dogs, lunges after a cat, or goes for food on the ground, and I’ve gotta say, that makes a walk in the park much more like a walk in the park, and less like a rollercoaster ride.
3. My Cane is A Cheap Date
I don’t have to feed, groom, pick-up after, buy toys for, or pay the medical expenses of my cane. Of course, I am absolutely willing and love to do those things for my guide dog, because it is the least I can do to repay her for the work and affection she gives me, but it *has* been an inexpensive several weeks. Thanks cane.
4. No dog hair
Man I love having a guide dog, and I love having a dog in general, but it is awfully nice not to have to constantly lint roll and swiffer every inch of my existence to keep myself and my living space looking presentable… my clothes will be covered in yellow or black hair again in a matter of days though, so I obviously don’t care all *THAT* much.
5. No Muddy Paws
My dog goes everywhere with me in all sorts of weather and all sorts of environments… that means muddy paws in wet weather, and paws full of cement dust when we walk through construction sites… neither of which I love when tracked into my apartment. Easily solved with a damp towel at the door, but not something I have to fool with at all with my cane.
6. Not having to worry about being denied from restaurants and ubers because of my guide dog
Our society has made a great deal of progress with public access for guide and service dog users, but it is still not uncommon for me to experience discrimination because of the presence of my guide dog. That, for me, is not something that outweighs the benefits of having a guide, but it is nice to travel without that worry in the back of my mind. No one is going to stop me from entering a business or Lyft with the proclamation that “no white canes” are allowed, or that they are “deathly afraid” of white canes… at least, it hasn’t happened to me yet.
7. If My Cane Get’s Stepped On, It’s Okay
Public transit, restaurants, concerts, church services, crowded, narrow spaces often mean that paws, tail, and nose are in danger of being stepped on. Fortunately this only happened a couple of times to Oleta, mostly her paws, but the only reason it didn’t happen more often than that was because I was always hovering over her with my feet and sometimes hands strategically placed to guard her from harm. My cane doesn’t have nerve endings, so as long as it doesn’t get actually snapped in half, we’re good.
8. Hitting things
Honestly, it’s kind of satisfying to hit things with a 58 inch pole all day. The tapping and occasional clanging of a cane used to bother me a great deal, but I’ve learned to embrace the aggression and the noise, and sometimes be a bit more noisy and aggressive than strictly necessary, just because:
A. it’s fun,
B. I was a music major and find different sounds interesting, and
C. It makes a particular person in my life really mad, which is hilarious. 🙂
Good news is I don’t have to kiss every one of these things goodbye forever on Wednesday. The cane, like the dog guide, is a tool in a tool box, and if I feel the need to hang up the harness for a few hours and pick up the cane, I get to do that, and I am glad I appreciate that option now.
5 thoughts on “Eight Things I Will Miss About Being A Full-Time White Cane User”
Good post. I hate my white cane but there were some good things about it
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I hated my white cane but this is very true about the benefits of a white cane over a guide dog lol
I have just finished mobility training and it is really interesting and helpful for me to read all different kinds of perspectives about the white cane. Thank you for this and I look forward to reading more of your posts. https://floweringink.wordpress.com
This is so true! I whole heartedly prefer my dog over my cane but living creatures do tend to force one not to be selfish. Truth be told, not being selfish is super inconvenient sometimes. I hope to one day find the adoration for the white cane as you seem to have found.
Yes haha, selfishness by definition tends to be more convenient I think, but giving you and your dog a break from each other isn’t a bad thing every once in a while. Sometimes we need a few seconds apart to really appreciate one another the way we should. And as far as the appreciation of the white cane goes, I had to find the right cane, which for me was the very light, unfoldable kind made by the NFB, and then I just had to give myself the opportunity to adventure, and make mistakes, and have embarrassing moments, and through it all, figure out what I did enjoy about using a cane. I already knew what I didn’t enjoy, so I had to consciously focus on what I did. I made some surprising discoveries, and found some new freedom along the way. I hope you do too!