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.
For anyone wagering on how long it would take for New Mobility to be in the hotseat under my tenure as editor, all bets are now off: It only took one month.
I’ve read so many opinion pieces and news articles about the various bans popping up all over the west coast that I’ve even lost the desire to make jokes about how much they suck.
This past Sunday, 35 of my closest friends and family got together to celebrate the 20-year anniversary of my SCI with an event my parents and I titled, “Surviving and Thriving: Celebrating 20 Years.”