by Sarah - 5 December 2008
So I’ve been thinking a lot about how to communicate about my problem with someone I love, face to face. The interesting thing is that up until about 3 weeks ago, I had never communicated this to anyone, in any capacity. And in the last 3 weeks, I’ve emailed two people and spoken (totally anonymously)with one person, and now I can’t stop thinking about finding ways to talk about this. But it’s so ridiculously hard. Pathologic need for silence and secrecy, shame, guilt, horror….hard to determine which of these emotions is predominant.
Coping Mechanism continues »
by Claire - 4 December 2008
The first snow storm of the season hit us yesterday. It’s a bit early for snow here…where’s that global warming they keep promising me? Snow sucks when you’re wheeling. Unless you’re sitskiing, of course.
Encounter with a devotee? continues »
by Chloe - 3 December 2008
Sean told me I had purchased a "granny" chair. Yeah, alright, but it was cheap. The problem is, I’m not a granny, and I don’t behave like one with or without a wheelchair.
To the Knacker’s Yard continues »
by Tom - 2 December 2008
I have tried hard, for the past 35 years or so, to overcome my unthinkable desire to loose my left hand. I have tried everything. I have run away from the desire in all directions. I have done many a thing I wouldn’t have done if it wasn’t to flee from my desire.
Secret Garden continues »
by Tom - 30 November 2008
I have wanted all my life to be disabled. It started at an early age. And the kind of disability doesn’t really matter to me. What matters is just to be disabled. In that sense, I suppose I’m not a "genuine case of BIID", if I may say so. Amputation? Paralysis? Upper limb? Lower limb? One, two, three or four limbs? Or a sensorial impairment? As a matter of fact, I can’t recognise myself as a BIID sufferer in the sense that my "condition" doesn’t involve a specific type of impairment but rather a need to have something different - and disabled - in my body. There are, however, disabilities that I like better than others and, as I explained elsewhere, my body image is basically that of a one handed - an lbe amputee. But it is not just about my own image, since I also admire other disabled persons. Perhaps I am both a BIID case and an admirer.
Je me Souviens continues »