by Chloe - 23 July 2009
My hands were still on the steering wheel; I was the right way up. Although there were holes in the windshield, none were in a spot through which I could see anything useful. The driver’s window was completely gone. I could see that cars were going by in the opposite direction, so that meant I was in the fast lane, parked facing oncoming traffic. After a while there was a shout from outside the car: "Are you okay?"
Unbreakable continues »
by Chloe - 23 June 2009
I have a craving to be normal. Yes, I know how ridiculous this sounds. I know all the logical arguments about why there is no such thing as normal. Why would anybody want to be normal in the first place? What’s the point? Nevertheless… This craving runs deep.
Feeling Normal continues »
by Kirstie - 19 May 2009
Well, we got along fine in the beginning, my feet and I. I don’t know what happened, but after about a decade of living together, certainly too close, our relationship has come to term, we need separation. My name is Kirstie, and I need to be a Double Below Knee (DBK) amputee.
My Feet And I continues »
by Chloe - 16 May 2009
My partner was mowing the lawns this morning. I wasn’t. She didn’t sign up for this. I always used to mow the lawns. She doesn’t like mowing lawns. I do. But now I can’t.
Lawn Guilt continues »
by Chloe - 26 April 2009
I was a bit nervous about my first visit to an orthotist; not quite sure what to expect. As soon as I transferred from my car to the wheelchair, the anxiety vanished. Wheelchairs will do that.
New Shoes continues »