Life is infinitely more complicated when one is differently-abled – that’s what I keep realizing.
It’s 1 : 38 PM on day 1456 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, pray, read Psalm 144, publish my Disability of the Day feature and read Actually true firefighter fables.
Two days ago our housekeeper told us she couldn’t come to work today because she had to go to the clinic which meant my parents had to scramble to find a stand-in housekeeper so they could go to work today and they couldn’t just leave me with anyone the person they hired had to be physical strong enough to lift me everything when it comes to me requires planning if we’re going on vacation we need to call ahead to find out if the place is wheelchair accessible, if we’re hiring new people we need to know if they are physically strong enough to help me… for once in my life I would like not to have to worry about wheelchair accessibility or our housekeeper’s weight I just want to be an ordinary twenty-three-year-old with ordinary problems.