Family aren't they great

Today my dad might be visiting. I don't see him often because he lives in Ireland, actually hadn't seen him for over 2 years until he visited last Wednesday. We used to be very close and whilst my mum seemed unsure as to whether their was anything wrong with me when I were a kid my dad always seemed to believe me. Then the wicked witch of the west came along. I have a diagnosis now so you would think that would mean I would be believed by everyone but no she seems to have brainwashed my dad into thinking theirs nothing wrong with me. I don't really know how he can believe that I'd give up cycling which I loved just to fake being disabled and some days only crawl out of bed to go the toilet making sure I keep myself well dehydrated so I don't need to go to the toilet as much because moving hurts too much. How he can think I'd spend the money I've been saving up for years which I were saving up to buy a good road bike but have now had to spend it on a power chair, does he really think my life's fun and easy??

Last time I went to Ireland to visit him I checked and double checked that a wheelchair was arranged for me to borrow at both airports flying both ways. I then explained I could (can't now but could then) walk up the steps onto the plane but couldn't walk down steps and asked whether that would be a problem and could they carry me off. I suspected it may be a problem because of health and safety but were told no it wasn't a problem they could carry me off. So I went on the day and were impressed that their was a wheelchair there waiting for me. They did almost forget to put me on the flight! The assistant said he'd be back when it was time to board and then dissappeared and then apparently completetly forgot about me! I had to have a 'praise the lord I'm cured' moment, thats what I call it when I get out of a wheelchair and walk a little way, some people really do seem to think it's a miracle others just glare at me like I'm faking it. Anyway after hobbling over to the nearest member of staff who seemed not to have notice me sat in the wheelchair in plain sight I were hurriedly put on the plane. The flight was fine and when I got to Ireland their was a nice hunk there with a wheelchair right at the bottom of the steps for me and as soon as the other passengers had got off I were carried off.
All was fine on the way back too until I got to Teeside airport where I were told they couldn't carry me off because of health and safety! Now remember I had arranged this, had checked and double checked that me being carried off wasn't a problem. It wasn't until the (Irish) pilot came through and said he'd carry me off that they decided they were being a bit silly and would carry me off afterall. So that put me off flying and with not driving it would be difficut for me to go over there on the ferry and would mean hours in a car then being seasick on the ferry and then hours more in an old rattly landrover because my dad lives on the west coast of Ireland