I went to my 25th college reunion last week (yes, Virginia, I’m old). I’ve hardly kept in touch with anyone, so as far as I know, only two other people at the reunion even knew that I now use a wheelchair.
I was afraid that no one would remember me, but that didn’t turn out to be the case (it’s good to have an unusual name). The strange thing was that exactly one person asked what had happened. Everyone else either ignored it completely (the majority), or treated me with this sort of strange kid-glove wide-eyed weirdness.
Are people really that restrained and polite? I would have been bursting with curiosity.