Comments on: In need of a wheelchair http://transabled.org/thoughts/other-thoughts/marys-thoughts/in-need-of-a-wheelchair.htm Talking about Body Integrity Identity Disorder - Just another disability! Wed, 03 Dec 2008 23:32:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7-beta2 hourly 1 By: Nicola http://transabled.org/thoughts/other-thoughts/marys-thoughts/in-need-of-a-wheelchair.htm/comment-page-1#comment-15091 Nicola Mon, 30 Jun 2008 18:03:31 +0000 http://transabled.org/?p=779#comment-15091 yeah. this reminds me of the time I was on holiday in Center Parcs, and there was this wheelchair by the pool (manual) to help disabled/elderly get in the pool - there was a ramp too. I was working up the courage to sit down in it (there wern't many people around - amazing for center parcs I know) when i noticed the lifguards seat was just above me (with a lifeguard sitting in it). gutted. yeah. this reminds me of the time I was on holiday in Center Parcs, and there was this wheelchair by the pool (manual) to help disabled/elderly get in the pool - there was a ramp too. I was working up the courage to sit down in it (there wern’t many people around - amazing for center parcs I know) when i noticed the lifguards seat was just above me (with a lifeguard sitting in it). gutted.

]]> By: Margaret (tv) http://transabled.org/thoughts/other-thoughts/marys-thoughts/in-need-of-a-wheelchair.htm/comment-page-1#comment-15005 Margaret (tv) Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:18:21 +0000 http://transabled.org/?p=779#comment-15005 Mary, I too share your feelings on needing a wheelchair. Like you I am not in possession of my own chair. I also spend hours looking at different models on the internet, imagining how it might feel to be seated in a manual wheelchair and propelling myself along with my flaccid and useless legs supported on the footrests. Lately this has become something of an obsession which is frustrating me to say the least. I actually do some voluntary work in a hospital near to me and I have had the opportunity to sit in a chair (however briefly). The wheelchair in question is one of the high backed recliners with elevating legrests (this feature really appeals to me). A wonderful feeling despite the brevity of the experience. I would love to correspond with any others here including yourself on the subject of our mutual fascination. My email address is matrons@hotmail.com Yours Margaret Mary, I too share your feelings on needing a wheelchair. Like you I am not in possession of my own chair. I also spend hours looking at different models on the internet, imagining how it might feel to be seated in a manual wheelchair and propelling myself along with my flaccid and useless legs supported on the footrests. Lately this has become something of an obsession which is frustrating me to say the least.

I actually do some voluntary work in a hospital near to me and I have had the opportunity to sit in a chair (however briefly). The wheelchair in question is one of the high backed recliners with elevating legrests (this feature really appeals to me). A wonderful feeling despite the brevity of the experience.

I would love to correspond with any others here including yourself on the subject of our mutual fascination. My email address is matrons@hotmail.com

Yours

Margaret

]]> By: Chloe http://transabled.org/thoughts/other-thoughts/marys-thoughts/in-need-of-a-wheelchair.htm/comment-page-1#comment-14995 Chloe Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:01:04 +0000 http://transabled.org/?p=779#comment-14995 Your words strike such a chord in me, Mary. I work in a psychiatric hospital (yes, the irony does not escape me!), pretty much off by myself in the research wing. The rooms close to my office and lab are used for storage, and among the items stored is a wheelchair. So when I get into work, I stroll down the corridor, sit in the wheelchair, and wheel back into my office. Here I am, typing. I haven't yet dared to wheel myself to the cafeteria for lunch, or wear my leg braces to work. A few days ago I was browsing through a home health care catalog, checking out the wheelchairs, and said out loud "Ooh, there's a nice one!". My partner and I exchanged meaningful glances. Every morning I use my arms to push myself up and transfer out of bed into my (currently imaginary) wheelchair. Our shower already has a built in seat. I think this is going to work out. Your words strike such a chord in me, Mary. I work in a psychiatric hospital (yes, the irony does not escape me!), pretty much off by myself in the research wing. The rooms close to my office and lab are used for storage, and among the items stored is a wheelchair. So when I get into work, I stroll down the corridor, sit in the wheelchair, and wheel back into my office. Here I am, typing. I haven’t yet dared to wheel myself to the cafeteria for lunch, or wear my leg braces to work.

A few days ago I was browsing through a home health care catalog, checking out the wheelchairs, and said out loud “Ooh, there’s a nice one!”. My partner and I exchanged meaningful glances.

Every morning I use my arms to push myself up and transfer out of bed into my (currently imaginary) wheelchair. Our shower already has a built in seat. I think this is going to work out.

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