As a child, I looked ahead to the year 2020 and thought it was so far away.
When a good personal care attendant leaves me, I’m heartbroken.
The fact is I haven’t had the luxury of making a quick departure from my bed in two decades.
I traverse the world in a large, clunky, heavy power chair. It’s big, and together we take up a lot of space.
I’ve always loved shoes. Before my injury, my companions were a pair of knock-off combat boots.
I did not want friends who use wheelchairs because I was not going to be “one of them.” I just wanted to go back to the way things were.
It has become clear to me that we people with disabilities are disruptive by just being.
Many times I wished someone would just ask me how I was doing and wait long enough to hear the truth.
They say you should go into a job interview with a firm handshake. Paralysis has made my handshake floppy and weak, but it remains confident.