Q. After having another Friday night with friends ruined due to a lack of access at our favorite neighborhood watering hole, I need to find out what regulations might be in place regarding accessible seating for wheelchairs.
All over the world, the nondisabled public tends to see a person in a wheelchair as one of life’s losers, the unfortunate butt of a cosmic joke. It’s that weak smile of acknowledgement you get in the elevator which means, “There but for the grace of God go I.” That person exits the elevator feeling like a winner just by encountering you!
“The Pain That Never Stops,” elicited several helpful responses from readers who shared their experiences in dealing with neuropathic pain. But some readers contacted me after reading the article and reported using different drugs than those mentioned.
I identify with a lot of what these women are saying about the need to explore and be creative. Pleasure is always possible.
In the minds of many drivers who are disabled, driving is considered to be a gift. In reality, it can often be an expensive undertaking.
If I could drive, I could work; and, if I could work, I could probably support a family. It was just enough to give me a vision for change.
Even with a perfect cushion, a pressure sore can crop up from a variety of skin insults.
It’s big fun irritating smug people in power, especially when you beat them. But it’s stressful, too.
If this is not proof of failure of our health care system, I don’t know what is.
I salute your resisters and try to do the same on a lower key.