by Claire - 17 July 2008
I met a pretender today who had an interesting approach to it, I thought. My last post stirred a couple of people up, so I went back into the annals of the late, great, wheelchairpretenders group to read the old posts once again. One guy had said something interesting, and I could also see that he was online. So I sent him an instant message, to see what he had to say about his motivations for pretending. He turned out to be really cool.
A pretender who doesn’t pretend continues »
by Claire - 12 May 2008
My wheelchair opens a window to another world. In that world, things
are as they should be. I’ve dreamed about going there; obsessed about
living there. That world was made for me; it’s where I’m supposed to
be. It’s the real world. Here, in my dream world where I live, things
are off-kilter, distorted. It’s constantly spinning around my head and
the dizziness sometimes drives me mad. When I look through the window
at the real world, and fix my gaze upon a clear objective, the
spinning stops and my world rights itself for a time.
Window to another world continues »
by Claire - 28 April 2008
It’s weird. My body needs to move. I want to go for a long walk and enjoy the spring sunshine. I want to go on a hike and explore a forest. I want to ride a bike. To ski. To run up the stairs, two at a time. Dance. I want to move.
I need to move continues »