Christmas evening

I want to say that I spent it alone, but that’s not true because I spent it with my girls, enjoying a curry.

And while this was my choice it doesn’t always feel like it was my choice to make, more like a choice that happened to me. Not that that makes sense from the outside.

In order for me to stay with my family I would have had to sleep in my wheelchair, and that is just something I did not want to do.

So you could say I chose not to spend the night with my family, or you could say I chose to be comfortable. It just frustrates me that I had to choose one over the other.

It seems my choice will always be my own comfort or the comfort of those around me. It feels like I will never be in a situation where it will be possible for all of us to be comfortable. And I’m always the one expected to make the sacrifice. I chose not to make that sacrifice tonight and my reward for holding to my word is being away from my family.

It’s not that I blame my family for this just that I wish the world was more accessible to me so that these choices didn’t have to be made. Or maybe it is that I blame my family and I just don’t want to recognize it. I honestly don’t know.

Is it just me or does it not feel like Christmas tomorrow.

I’m writing this post on Christmas Eve, watching my final Christmas film of the Christmas countdown that me and my sister do. And I’m struck by how unlike Christmas it feels.

I know they say as you get older Christmas becomes less Christmas, but I don’t think I believed it until it started to happen. And I don’t think loosing my mum helped the Christmas spirit stay.

So I guess this post is not very disability or inclusivity focused. It’s just to say Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to anyone reading this.

And try not to feel bad if you’re not feeling Christmassy about Christmas. Your only requirement is to make the best you can of the holiday, and to be kind to yourself while doing it.

Winter.

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

And I know it might seem weird to comment on the Inaccessibility of the weather, but it is true.

I’m a Christmas girl at heart. Don’t get me wrong I’m not very religious. I just love the pretty lights, to be honest. And snow is really fun to look at, though it tends to be Inaccessible. Snow is pretty but not accessible. I have been stuck in the house multiple times because of snow.

So winter is my favourite season, because you know I love a good hot chocolate. My most accessible season has to be summer. No snow or leaves is blocking the path, no puddles hiding the reality of the pavement.

This is often the case more than you might be realise, at least for me as a disabled person. That just because something is my favourite, doesn’t been it is going to be the most accessible.

And I know, changing a season isn’t something that’s easy to do, or in this case right because there should be snow in winter even if its Inaccessible. But maybe other things can be made accessible so other things that I enjoy can also line up with them being accessible to me. Like swings. Why can’t they be accessible to wheelchair users, or theme parks or beaches? You get the point, anyway.

What about you, what’s your favourite season and why? Also what’s that season like wherever you are?