by Sean - 1 December 2008
I was in line at the grocery store yesterday. Guy behind me, looking the worse for wear, tells me "I have a broken leg, I know what it’s like for you". I nearly burst out laughing. The guy didn’t have a cast on, not even a bandage.
Mate, you haven’t got a clue continues »
by Sean - 8 November 2008
Today, several things happened and suddenly, the penny dropped - I am unlikely to ever be paraplegic. I am not in deep depression, though I am never far from it, and this realisation may push me back there. There. Is. No. Hope.
The Penny Drops, the Hope is Gone continues »
by Chloe - 21 October 2008
I saw my GP today because I had been getting depressed. She knew nothing of my BIID beforehand. My default mode of locomotion is in the wheelchair, so that’s how I went.
Visit with my GP continues »
by Sean - 8 September 2008
I recently wrote "Hope, crumbling away" and got a few comments back. Instead of responding to these comments on that post, I’m doing so in a new post, because I think I might ramble on a bit and it’ll be easier to read here, methinks. Bear with me y’all.
In response to comments about hope fading continues »
by Sean - 31 August 2008
On a disability studies mailing list I follow, someone asked about diagnostic ambiguity, and further asked about the advantages or disadvantages of having (or not) a recognised diagnosis. These are interesting questions that I, as a transabled individual, can relate to. It brings into play several issues, including that of pathologising BIID, etc.
BIID, recognised diagnosis and related issues. continues »