I’m tired. Not tired in the sense of exhausted, tired as in I’m losing my resolve. My thesaurus suggests synonyms for resolve are “determination, steadfastness, tenacity, doggedness, firmness”. Well, I reckon I’ve had those attributes all my life, for better or for worse. And, for better, that’s what’s got me mobile, as well as keeping … More “A Reality Of Rehabilitation: I’m So Very, Very Tired”
Ok, hand controls are not, strictly speaking, around home. But they are probably the single most important item that enables me to be mobile and independent. I don’t know how I would live without my hand controls. Seriously, I don’t know how I would live without them. Hand controls are fitted to my car and … More “Weird Things I have Around Home To Help Me Mobilise. Weird Thing #2: Hand Controls”
Strange how when you take a look at an issue it suddenly seems to pop up elsewhere. Just a few days after I wrote “Labels are for jars not people” I read that architect Russel Walden has described me and my neighbours as “middle- class conformist rednecks” (Oh, Futuna Your Weekend March 12 2011) because … More “Labelled – I Am A “Middle Class Conformist Redneck””
The use of labels to describe someone has irked me for some time. I would variously describe myself as womanly, paraplaegic, mother, christian, feminist, humanist, able … the list has changed over the years and I expect will change again. Some labels seem to be mutually exclusive. Priorities change. Meanings change over time. Perceptions change. … More “Labels Are For Jars, Not People”
Joan Crowther 12 April 1919 – 10 March 2010 I don’t know if there is a heaven but I do believe that the spirit or soul lives on in the memories of people whose lives were touched in some way. My mother passed away a year ago and hardly a day goes by when I … More “A Tribute”
In some ways camping when you have limited physical mobility is similar to childbirth. Hauling yourself around on your knees or your elbows in a confined space, dressing yourself while lying down either on a bouncy air bed or the hard ground, putting your shoes on every time you need to go outside yet unable … More “The Agony And The Ecstasy – Living In A Tent With A SCI”
Look Up At The Sky 