What bothers me is when I say, ‘I can stand’ and my would-be helper stares at me with shocked disbelief. What, a person in a wheelchair who can stand? Can’t be! Sometimes I’m tempted to stand up, throw my arms open wide, and yell, ‘It’s a miracle! I’m cured!’ OK, I’ll refrain.
Not only can I stand, but I can walk some. Just not terribly far. For five minutes or so, I can walk like a normal person and fool everyone. After that, my left leg starts to drag and gets weak. Time to use my cane. At this point, I can still get around some. In fact, on my good days, I sometimes walk around on the shorter trails in our county, like Old Dillon Reservoir or Sapphire Point. I move slowly and my leg drags, but I can get around for a little bit.
However, the amount of time I can walk is limited, and it’s only on good days. With multiple sclerosis, my health and functioning can vary widely. There are good days and bad days. Also, I have trouble thinking and walking at the same time. This can be bad while shopping. I wind up blowing my budget, so I generally use my wheelchair.
Thinking that everyone in a wheelchair is paraplegic leads to the thinking that you have to be paraplegic to use a wheelchair. There is one able-bodied person who has seen me walking, looking normal for a full five minutes, and has decided that there can’t be anything wrong with me. She hasn’t spoken to me for the last nine months because I was once unable to walk a half-a -mile to do an errand. I didn’t have my wheelchair with me and it wasn’t a choice that day. I guess she thinks I was faking it and just trying to get out of the errand. This ‘all or nothing’ thinking, either you must be paraplegic or you must be fine, can cause a lot of problems.
This is the kind of thinking that prevents some people I know with MS from using a wheelchair for activities in which it would be beneficial. They decide that as long as they have any ability to walk, for however short amount of time, they will never use a wheelchair. They are afraid people will see them as more disabled than they are.
They are afraid people will look at them with pity. They’re afraid people will think they’re ‘faking it’ if they use a wheelchair when they can walk a small amount.
So many opportunities are lost then. If I would have been afraid to use a wheelchair, I would have missed out on shopping with my daughter for her prom dress. I wouldn’t have missed that for the world.
Sandy Lahman, Disability 101: Not everyone who uses a wheelchair is paraplegic
(via cardiacattack)
some random bullshit
I’m having a moderately better day than I was yesterday. I’m not entirely back to my normal self, but the crushing, suffocating, relentless pressure around my chest seems to have relaxed quite a bit, which is nice.
I have a few things to share today, so here we go:
- Congratulations to my dear friend and co-conspirator in so many things, Felicia Day, on the announcement of her upcoming book!
- I sat…
Think about this.
I just got a ride home from the gym from a 40-ish year old five foot tall white woman that I’ve never talked to before tonight.
She offered as she saw me leaving. I live literally across the street. Maybe a 5-10 minute walk.
I asked her why she wanted to give me a ride and she said “Because with what’s going on out there I don’t think it’s safe for you to walk alone in the dark.”
I’m a black male in my late 20s who is six feet 8 inches tall and is roughly 400 lbs. I’m a literal giant.
And she feared for my safety because of what she’s seen on the news all week.
Think about that shit.
Confidence is not ‘they will like me’
Confidence is ‘I’ll be fine if they don’t’




































