Lately I’ve been thinking about what I might do when I retire — if I retire — but the problem is I don’t know what the word means. Literally, to retire means to change the rubber on my wheels. But there is nothing new or unique about this — I’ve done it twice a year for the past four-plus decades.
To retire also means to go to sleep at the end of the day. Dull, boring. What about the traditional meaning of the word? When I was a kid, a retiree would get a gold watch and maybe a pension from the company they had worked for most of their life. Nowadays, as far as I can tell, retirement means you have reached the point in your life when you are willing to gamble your life savings away, if you have any, with the purpose of living as if you are on vacation for as long as you can — as long as it is not too long.
There’s the rub. Retirement can drag on too long, and we aren’t exactly in control of the big picture. Everyone wants to live a long life with plenty of leisure time, but no one wants to live so long that you run out of money or have to endure cancer or Alzheimer’s or waste away in a nursing home.
So how does being a wheelchair user come into play when you consider retirement? The same as if you are nondisabled, only with a “fringe benefit.” By that I mean in our later years we will have been thoroughly conditioned to some symptoms of old age before we actually get there. Theoretically, that should mean we will have an easier time with whatever health problems might waylay