Talking about Body Integrity Identity Disorder - Just another disability!
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by Sean - 12 February 2007
I hope you enjoy this bit of fiction. It is somewhat different than my usual stories, and focuses more on eye impairments than any other story I’ve written to date (pun intended). As usual, please feel free to give me feedback (comment feature is good for that ;) ).
Bronwyn’s fateful weekend continues »
by Sean - 11 February 2007
It pops in my mind out of nowhere, shoving existing thoughts aside and making itself known. How I wish it was different, but it is my reality, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, year after bloody year, decades going.
It taints everything it touches continues »
by Claire -
The Paradevo board is for devotees of disabled men. Someone there recently posted a link to a YouTube video of a hot guy in a chair doing transfers. I had seen the video before, the guy in the video had originally posted it to the wheelchairpretenders2 group. I told the female devos there that the guy was a pretender, and there was an ensuing discussion about how that killed the feeling for them, he could be as hot as he wanted, if he was a pretender, then from a devo point of view it did nothing for them. He was fake, he didn’t have a "real body", was a total fraud, not the real deal. One other person said (anonymously) that it didn’t matter, the video was hot anyway. I agreed, but didn’t speak up, having been flamed there before for being a pretender myself.
The disability inside continues »
by Claire - 10 February 2007
I was 9 years old. Todd was my favorite older cousin. He was 17, and like an older brother to me, an only child, who had no other older brother. I loved him. One day, my mother arrived home with two of my cousins in tow; Todd’s little brother and sister. She said there had been a terrible accident, and that Todd had been shot in the back while hunting, and that he would never walk again.
When Todd became a paraplegic continues »
by Alby -
I was four years old. My father, who taught public high school, was president of the athletic association of the school and, as such, ran all the athletic events.
Football woes continues »© transabled.org - 1994-2008 - All Rights Reserved.