Sharing my life and areas of inaccessibility, as a full-time electric wheelchair user.
So I’m back dating some posts.
Life happens sometimes and there just isn’t time for you to do everything in the day that you want to. So I’m backdating some posts, writing this on Friday the 23rd August, that’s the beauty of the internet.
What is your favorite animal?
Both of my girls, make this an easy question. But then again, I also have a cat. You’ll find us all pictured below.
Either way they’re all my babies.
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.
My Inaccessible Life 