Thinking if I wanted plants, it would be just one more thing I would need to ask a caregiver to assist me with. Surely, gardening was not for quadriplegics.
My eyes are closed, and I scan my body from head to toe. What do I feel right in this moment?
It sometimes takes a village of humans and gadgets combined to ensure different levels of independence in our homes and lives.
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.