Talking about Body Integrity Identity Disorder - Just another disability!
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by Chloe - 24 December 2009
On Saturday we had one of my close friends over for dinner. She has multiple disabilities from birth, and is completely accepting and supportive of my BIID. The occasion for dinner was her recent engagement to be married, and she wanted to introduce her fiance to us. It seemed important to her that he and I would approve of each other.
BIID Acceptance continues »
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 - 28 February 2009
In the last three weeks I have had three out of state business trips. Since my assistive device mode at work is a single forearm crutch, that is what I used on the trips. This is small potatoes compared with those of you who fly with a wheelchair, but I take baby steps. These were my first times flying with a crutch.
My Flying Crutch continues »
by Chloe - 9 February 2009
I am a devotee. In fact many (most?) of you would qualify to be someone of whom I am a devotee. No, it’s not the wheelchairs or the leg braces. No, it’s not the paraplegia or the need for paraplegia. No, it’s not the amputation or the need for amputation. Nothing at all like these things. Something quite different.
A Different Kind of Devotee continues »
by Chloe - 15 January 2009
Back in July, Sean and I had a little interchange of posting comments in connection with "Bronwyn’s fateful weekend". Sean suggested there that I should talk to my psychotherapist about what has motivated me to do blindsimming. My first reaction was "Yeah right Sean, he’s just going to think I’m a nutcase". Then I realised that psychotherapists like nutcases. That’s why they are psychotherapists. Here’s what the ensuing discussions with my psychotherapist uncovered:
Blindsimming and Such continues »© transabled.org - 1994-2010 - All Rights Reserved.