by Sophie - 30 October 2005
Why am I transabled? This would be the biggest question people ask me when we chat online. Hi I’m Sophie (see Meeting Someone New).
I have thought about this a lot and feel this partly has to do with the time I spent in school. When I was a toddler I was diagnosed with Coeliac Disease. For those of you who do not know what this is, it’s when my immune system overreacts to gluten (found in wheat, oats, barley and rye). The effect of this is the lining in my small intestines becomes inflamed and stops absorbing any nutrients. My parents found this out because I started looking like one of those starved African children on those "sponsor a child" ads. Pretty much my whole life I’ve had to worry about whether I should go to this lunch, whether I should bring something, how to handle the "over helpful" lady in the kitchen. My whole life I have dreamed of going on a camp/lunch/restaurant and not worry about whether the food I’m getting has maize corn starch rather than wheat corn starch in it.
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by Sean - 28 October 2005
Once upon a time, I was a non-wheeler. Then I got my own wheelchair and started using it here and there, when I had a chance, mostly in secret. I would go to the movies in a town a 100Km away from where I lived. Mostly, I would use the chair in my appartment.
Reflection on the past continues »
by Sean - 26 October 2005
I just finished watching a movie called Inside I’m dancing by Damien O’Donnel. I really enjoyed it. In a nutshell, the story goes like this: "Rebel" is shipped to live in a care home for disabled folks. Causes a stir. moves out with another of the home’s resident. Friendship develops.
Inside I’m Dancing continues »
by Sean - 25 October 2005
Well, maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’ve been thinking about ways to get an SCI. Some more hare-brained than others. None of them realistic, of course, and sadly. One recurring idea involves somehow managing to jump and break my back on some object.
I’m a wimp! continues »
by Sean - 23 October 2005
Today was a bit of a "the proof is in the pudding" kinda day for me. My depression lifted, just a wee bit, but the wannabe feelings are just as strong as they’ve been. So this confirms for me the fact that while depression and transability sometime overlap and aggravate one another, they are not one and the same.
Proof in the pudding continues »