All in Disability
I lied in bed, paralyzed and pregnant, with a two year old son at home.
.I am used to not always being able to do what I want or even get everywhere, but my approach to living is to go where I can and do what I can without focusing on my limitations.
Perhaps paradoxically, wanderlust was a sort of side effect of becoming disabled for me. So was plain lust.
No one likes a show off.
It was a big adventure to start dating at age 52 as a disabled woman.
I think I will miss going to the beach the most until the day I die.
Charlie became jealous, but he had to deal with it as part of his polyamory game.
The list of activities that I completely lost the ability to do seems endless.
When I say journey through 19 years of chronic pain, I mean I have had the sensation of pain every waking minute of every day for 19 years.
I asked him what his plans were for the rest of the day, and he looked a little embarrassed and told me he was going from our date to meet another woman for coffee at another nearby coffee shop.
I remember one assignment in particular. We were told to write about something that turned out nothing like we expected. I had an easy time coming up with my idea.
We very slowly hiked down to the dock at dusk with a flashlight. The clouds over the lake were tinged pink from the setting sun.
There was no conversation between me and Matt. I’m not sure we exchanged names, even
I conquered my fear about being myself online.