#Flying as a #Disabled #Parent- shocking service at #ThomasCook

You’d think by now, I’d be used to it.

It’s now 21/2 years since I finally gave in and became a wheelchair user. So in that 21/2 years I’ve learned more than anyone should ever need to about public transport, about the jobsworth and the kindly strangers one finds at bus and train stations up and down the land. I’ve even braved the idea of Independant air travel, although only an internal flight to Scotland.

I’ve heard every excuse; the extra licences required by scooters to prove their various dimensions, safety provisions, gradient of travel restrictions etc. I’ve heard the nonsense about needing to have booked all access arrangements in the dawn before time in order to do an ordinary commute. I’ve faced sheer incredulous disbelief at the idea that I neither require nor desire to have assistance or an escort for every trip I take (even though I have no funding for such assistance).

I’ve also been initiated into the mysteries of disability on the rail network, the kindly old timer who disclosed to me how I should be getting a third off any full price rail tickets if I stayed in my wheelchair on the train. I’ve experienced the kindness of a fellow wheelchair user, who moved to the alternative disabled space so that I could board the train, when the staff were being less than helpful.

Today was always going to be difficult. Today, my plan was to travel with my two kids to Lanzarote, where my extended family are meeting in order to have some time together and hopefully some sunshine. Booking the tickets wasn’t very easy. Everyone else decided to fly with Ryanair, and they all booked tickets front heir nearest airports, namely East Midlands and Stanstead. When it became time for me to book my ticket, however, I kept getting stuck in a “computer says no” loop. I phoned the Ryanair customer service line, and they explained that the issue was that they were not set up to deal with a disabled adult travelling with minors, particularly an infant. I argued strongly  that these were my children, we were going on a family holiday, and I didn’t see why I couldn’t bl**dy well fly with my children like anyone else. Oh as usual, it was due to ‘elf and safety. Apparently, it didn’t even count if I flew with other members of my family (to help look after the kids), unless I actually bought them a ticket with my own.

So, I had to re-think the plan. I eventually found out that if I paid a whole lot more, so that I wasn’t flying with a low-cost airline, there were slightly different rules (and a bigger luggage allowance), so I decided to book with Thomas Cook. This meant I had to travel on different days to the rest of the family, and cut the holiday short from 14 days to 9. But it made it possible, so I went for it.

Before paying for the tickets (a whopping £850.00) I decided to do some market research, this is no small purchase and the possibility of it going wrong is quite terrible. So, I called the number listed on the website for assistance, and had a lovely conversation with the fella on the other end of the phone, who seemed to really understand my situation. I told him about the issue with Rynair, and he assured me that Thomas Cook just wasn’t like that, that there was no issue with me travelling with an oinfant and an under 16. I checked and double checked, yes, the booked assistance was now live and so there would be assistance for me at the airport. Yes, the kids would be sitting with me in the medical seats, one seat for a child and an infant on my knee. Yes, they were aware I would be travelling independently with the kids. This would be NO PROBLEM AT ALL.

Of course, I should have known better. I should have got a contract immediately drawn up to that effect, preferably using the blood of our respective firstborns. I certainly should have had duplicate and triplicate print outs of the written record of the conversation. But you know, I just thought it would work out? I just thought, as I hovered over the online “pay now” button, and checked with the passenger assistance advisor, who assured me the whole thing was now settled, I just thought it would work out, for once.

Yes, dear reader, I was spectacularly wrong. Again.

First sign all was not going according to plan was when upon arrival at the airport in Manchester, I went to the passenger assistance check in to be told “we don’t do kids, sorry”. I immediately countered with the usual stuff, this is normal, every day social barrier stuff that I have to go through. They insisted they could not offer me assistance, although backed off from the spectacularly discriminatory way they approached the situation. They went and talked to their boss, then returned, and took us all over to the check in desk.

This is where it began to get really surreal. The woman behind the check in desk didn’t know how to handle me at all. In fact, she didn’t even address me before calling for her supervisor. I watched the line of people checking  in, whilst bribing my children with crisps and apple juice, and being thankful for an endless stream of buses visible through the window (there’s nothing more interesting to my toddler than a “Big Bus”) so they were amused… At least for a while.

The supervisor came to explain very sweetly that unfortunately, the assistance company couldn’t offer me assistance, as I was travelling with children Independantly. She was very sorry to say that because of this, there was no way I could. Catch the flight.

What? Are you telling me that my tickets to flare invalid because I have children? Even though I’ve bought tickets for those children?

I’m afraid I was a little incredulous. How on earth do you justify this? I bought these tickets in good faith, in fact, I was on the phone to your assistance line when I bought them. I’m hardly likely to spend this kind of money without checking I can, in fact, fly with my kids.

Do you have a written record of the conversation? Did they give you an assistance booking number?

No, but when I spoke to them as I was buying the tickets online they assured me it was all sorted?

Do you have any proof of that?

No.

No, I somehow assumed that by calling the assistance line and checking whilst buying the tickets that I’d fulfilled my side of the bargain. I must have forgotten the inevitable rule that disabled people need to be double and triple more organised, and get written proof of every assistance conversation they have. More fool me. They claimed to have no record of the conversation, no assistance booked, no medical seats available, and that I would have to just go home. Even though I’d been dropped off at the airport with all the luggage and had no way of getting the kids and myself home without help.

You can imagine how the conversation went.

Essentially, they were worried about who would have responsibility for the children during the transport to the plane and during the flight. I countered that I was the responsible adult, and as their mother it was entirely appropriate for me to travel with my children. They emphasised that their regard for health and safety meant that the company that was out-sourced to do the passenger assistance was not prepared to offer assistance to me and my kids. And the decision about whether they would be allowed on the plane under my supervision would be one only the pilot of the plane could make, as it was highly irregular.

We argued back and forth for a couple of hours. If you’re a spoonie, you will understand that this kind of thing drains ones resources and makes travelling so much more difficult. We just don’t have energy to waste on disagreements, and yet in order to have the same rights as everyone else, we have to have these discussions whenever we do anything.

I eventually got them to concede that if I agreed to have no passenger assistance, the objectilons of the passenger assistance company were no longer relevant. And that I would await the decision of the pilot about whether or not I could fly.

So, I was left in the airport with both kids and all our hand luggage to navigate our own way across the airport to the lounge where everyone was waiting. Luckily, the flight was delayed for several hours, so despite spending about 21/2 hours at check in we still had time to have a snack and a drink and all go to the toilet before boarding.

Ultimately, the pilot agreed to transport us and the kids were perfectly well behaved (as they always are). And the toddler who caused so much concern to the not-yet-disabled crew who were alarmed that she travels sitting on my knee in the scooter? She sat on my knee, or toddled next to me holding hands. As she always does. Because this is the only way she has gone anywhere with her Mum, since she was a tiny baby. Because that’s what you do when someone in your family has a disability, you adapt and move on, or you give up.

I know that lots of you who read this blog are not-yet-disabled, and may be alarmed to think this was my experience, but this is not going to be any surprise to any of the readers who are disabled. It’s what we face every time we go out. Please bear this in mind as the Government begins another onslaught against our rights when they start to remove mobility support in DLA during the migration to PIP- they will claim that our country is fully accessible now. My experiences and those of so many others can show you how far from the truth that is.

 

P.S. I have some photos I wanted to share in this post- but I’m still battling exhaustion so for today, you’ll just have to take my word for it.

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  1. You are right Clare – to some of us not yet disabled – this is incredibly shocking. And that’s why it’s so important to share.

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  2. Wow ! That’s a new one on me ! I’m used to going through hoops when traveling but that takes the biscuit, I thought them breaking up our travel party so my very nervous about flying autistic child had only granny with her instead of her mummy which she wanted most like most kids do when upset was bad enough and of course them having to wait for us to go on last and then come off last of flight and then the delaying of ambi lift , but didn’t realise with out my partner and mum with me they would have tried what happened to yourself wow this is never ending the new and interesting ways of blocking and Disabling us from living our life’s with our kids !

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  3. Paul, the not-yet-disabled don’t know this is how it is, but before I was disabled I had no idea, really, even though I worked in health and social care. I hope that the Paralymics offers an opportunity for people to ask themselves “where are all the disabled people usually?” and perhaps wonder if the social barriers to their participation are part of the reason why they don’t get to hear more of these stories. So thanks for listening, Paul. And thanks for your support.

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  4. Hi Purplewarrieress, thanks for commenting. I think all parents (especially Mums?) are aware of how much extra organisation it takes to do anything when we have children. What most people don’t understand is how having a chronically sick or disabled family member magnifies this by many many times over. I’m glad you have support in your partner and Mum, but let’s hope that one day we don’t need it- that were seen for the responsible and competent parents that we are!

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