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A controversial chain of thoughts
Written by Sean on Saturday, March 4, 2000
I was talking to a perfect stranger the other day in IRC and he said this: You can get all wrapped up in trying to figure out where it’s (your desires) coming from but you would probably be better served to figure out how to accommodate it and get on with your life.
During another chat I was told: The feelings we have is also a handicap (of sorts) that makes us use a wheelchair. Is there any real difference? Of course, one might not see it this way, but it really is a very incapacitating problem for a lot of wannabes. When one thinks about it so much that all other thoughts are relegated to the back of one’s mind, it sometimes gets difficult to go on.
Here is a parallel that has been made between an amputee and/or paraplegic wannabe: It would not be so far away from the feelings transsexual feel. Feeling a woman’s persona trapped into a man’s body or vice versa. In this case, some wannabe (and here I must insist only *some*) feel they are living someone else’s life, that their real self is one that should be in a wheelchair. I think Overground has some articles dealing with that aspect. Please note that I am personally unsure as to the justified basis of this way of thinking, but bring it forth in an attempt to cover as wide a base as possible.
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I have always felt I’m living someone else’s life, and it is a full, rich one. I think it would have been just as full and rich with the disability I have always needed. Life is what you make it. Had I been born a couple of decades my life might well have been quite diferent, and more integrated.
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1 On 4 March, 2011, Chloe said:
Interesting stuff from eleven years ago. On March 4, 2000 I would have been sitting in this very office at the same desk, looking out through the same window at the same view of the mountains.
The difference is that now I’m a real person, in a wheelchair and not trying to hide my breasts. There is nothing to figure out. I’m just getting on with my life.