Before you slam down the magazine or rage-quit your browser, think back to 1999 and how far adaptive tech has come.
People always seem surprised when I tell them there are only five of us who work full time on the magazine.
It seems like not a week goes by without some story in the news about inappropriate touching. I can’t imagine a better time to examine where those boundaries lie in regard to us.
Google tells me that the Los Angeles Convention Center is approximately 30 miles from Disneyland. When I attended L.A.’s recent Abilities Expo, you could have convinced me that I was rolling through Anaheim’s famed theme park.
“May you live in interesting times.” That was the ambiguous fortune I pulled out of a cookie after a recent Chinese dinner. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but days later, it popped into my head as I was scrolling through one of the many SCI/D forums on Facebook.
You catch yourself looking at other people’s chairs lustfully. Your chair doesn’t say anything, but you both know it’s over.
One of the benefits of being the editor is getting to talk with fascinating people from all corners of the wheelchair-using spectrum.
Gawkers are the people whose minds are apparently blown by seeing a wheelchair user out in public enjoying their life, and can only respond by staring.
There is probably a product that changed your life, and if you’re lucky, there is a good story behind how you discovered it.