Almost a year ago I (finally) met my new comrade, named Caroline.
Yes, my wheelchair has a name.
You honestly didn’t think I’d let a CP Awareness month go by without a post about wheelchairs, did you?
I came across a vlog recently that sums up some of how I feel about wheelchairs, and the choice to use them.
I don’t know why people have such strong feelings, that they feel need sharing, about something that should be a personal decision. For me, a wheelchair isn’t a hindrance. Instead its independence. Part of the reason why I gave my chair a name is to make it (or should I say her?) more approachable. A wheelchair isn’t a symbol of loss, it’s a symbol of modification.