I can’t get in and out of bed myself. It’s a little thing I suppose. Doesn’t bother me most of the time, except when I’m sick. When I’m sick that tiny logistical ‘sticking point’ is like a mosquito with superpowers.
Everyone hates getting sick but if, like me, you’re in a wheelchair some illnesses are easier to cope with than others. Give me a cold or a virus over a tummy bug any day.
With a cold
5. If we have a physical disability, we must also have a hearing impairment.
Unless you can see the hearing aid or we ask you to speak up, we don't have a hearing impairment. Yelling at people is just rude and makes us question your intelligence ... While we’re on this topic, you don’t need to speak to us like children. It only makes you look silly.
4. Just because I have cerebral palsy does not
It's just dawned on me, I'm getting old. In fact there are two generations below me that are already out of nappies ... and I'm more than old enough to be both married and a mother. As I type, I am having visions of an old oak tree, creaking as it falls over and dies.
I've just read another person's blog post; she is about ten years younger than me and also has cerebral palsy. Her post was about
It’s the thing that I find just as, if not more, annoying than not being able to climb stairs or jump up and down on my bed like a five year old. It is writer’s block and it should have its own disability postcode.
Some days I can write about anything and give it wit, charm, even charisma, but this week my creativity has bailed on me. My words have found another place to live. It may not sound
