I found using a wheelchair much easier than using a walker when I broke my ankle. I was given the walker to use, and Dad borrowed a wheelchair from a veterans' group. If the house didn't have so many stairs to get anywhere at all, it would have been even better. I realized that it was the inaccessibility of the house that was the problem there. I used the scooters at Longwood Gardens for quite some time even after I had stopped using the cane. I would use one if there were others left there, not if it was the only one. It still took a good few months after my ankle was all relatively healed up until I was good walking distances.
So I can relate to using a wheelchair from my own experiences of being temporarily disabled. People could see the cast when I was using a wheelchair or scooter, so they assumed it was a temporary disability. I had been aware of the disability rights movement for years before that, though. I read about all kinds of things.
I don't really relate to Artie in general, though. Nor do I particularly relate to Brittany, although she doesn't seem to have a sexual orientation one way or the other, and that's how I feel. As is likely obvious from what I write, I relate to Kurt. I don't have much interest in fashion anymore, though I was interested in wearing cute outfits when I was in my late teens and early twenties. I don't like showtunes.
I relate to not being taken seriously because you have a high-pitched voice. I relate to feeling alienated from your peers, though most of my reasons for feeling alienated were different. I hung out with effeminate boys when I was in high school and college, and found common cause with them. I had this conversation a lot when I was in college: "You're a gay man trapped in a woman's body."
My usual reply was, "I'm bisexual." But other than actual sexual orientation, there were similiarities, and I understood very well why people said that to me. I found the observation flattering, considering who was saying it to me.
Well, I'd planned a post about disability, and went off onto the usual rails.