You guys, time is weird. I miss a lot of major news stories. They happen overnight, and I’m sleeping. Or trying to. This morning in the midst of getting Isla ready for school, I’m scrolling through Facebook. I see the same story a few times, with different commentaries. I told you time is weird. A teacher has gone viral for carrying a wheelchair-using student on his back during a field trip. Oh, boy. We’ve got the inspiration porn out there…
Delete ‘I can’t’ from your vocabulary. ‘I can’t’ gets five pushups. ‘I can’t’ means ‘I won’t’ No, it doesn’t. Sometimes, I can’t means I can’t. Or I’d really like to, or I’m trying. But I can’t. I can’t means don’t ask me, or ask me something else, or mind your own business. Sometimes, I can’t means I’ll do it later, because I’m hurting right now, and I’m trying. Sometimes, I can’t means I’m sorry, but I don’t want to. And…
And so, over the weekend the fam and I went on road-trip to celebrate Neil’s birthday and to mark my 25th year in Scotland. More about that later. Our car is still in the garage after the last road-trip, so we piled into our red replacement and went in search of seafood. The music in the car was CD 3 of our wedding mix. The music that played during the cocktail hour. Did I mention we missed our own reception?…
Since I’ve decided to tell it like it is about my life with a disability, I thought I might write a post spelling out my perspective of what disability actually is. This is not a general post on all disabilities. I’m aware that there are visible and invisible ones. I can only speak from my own experience as a wheelchair-user. Over the weekend, the fam and I went to a bookshop. There was a steep, but useable ramp to get…
And so, I’ve been thinking of a P.S. to add to yesterday’s post. I know I’m not the only person out there who deals with access issues. Here are some things I’ve actually said to people who own businesses that are kindasortamaybe or completely inaccessible. Try these next time you’re out: Could you please remove the bucket/sandwich-board/freaky-looking naked mannequin. It’s a toilet, not a bin. No, dude. I just use it for the parking. Thank you for putting us to…
